And the same applies to all the thresholds in the world which fighting-men have crossed and will never cross again, except in the dreams of their friends.

That sort of austere and secret magic, like a word known by all and spoken by none, is pretty nearly all that is left to keep the world alive now...." Richard seemed to be becoming less and less of a man and more and more of a wizard the farther he penetrated into the Enchanted Forest.

He was saying things that would have embarrassed him very much had they been said in the Piccadilly Restaurant, even after three glasses of champagne.

For this reason, although the borders of the Enchanted Forest are said to be widening, it is to be hoped that they will not encroach beyond the confines of the Parish of Faery.

What would happen if its trees began to seed themselves in the Strand?
Imagine the Stock Exchange under the shadow of an enchanted oak, and the consequent disastrous wearing thin of the metal casing in which all good business men keep their souls.
Sarah Brown thought if rather a curious coincidence that so soon after they had spoken of the dead Keats they should see him alive.