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pomp
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    He died in 1882 and was buried with great pomp and ceremony in Westminster Abbey as one of England's distinguished sons.†  (source)
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    The slow march began, sonorous with its ancient pomp, and Feyd-Rautha led his troupe across the arena for obeisance at the foot of his uncle's box.†  (source)
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    was a fate akin—more or less—to death; hence the pomp and spectacle of the arrangements, the grim sense of ceremony, as if Kitsey were some lost princess of Ur to be feasted and decked in finery and — attended by tambourine players and handmaidens — paraded down in splendor to the Underworld.†  (source)
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    There was an expectancy about its sounds and shapes: the distant chunk pomp of leather and young bodies on the practice field near her house made her think of bands and cold Coca-Colas, parched peanuts and the sight of people's breath in the air.†  (source)
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    "We'll all renounce the devil," he said, "together, not forgetting his works and pomps."†  (source)
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    "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly.†  (source)
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    It was generally assumed that she thought herself too good to work like the rest of the women and that Tea Cake "pomped her up tuh dat."†  (source)
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    Vanity, it may be, chose to mortify itself, by putting on, for ceremonials of pomp and state, the garments that had been wrought by her sinful hands.†  (source)
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    Royalty had lost its grace and sweetness; its pomps were become a reproach.†  (source)
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    "Pomper, pomper, pomper," was the sound that the wheels made as they trundled over the bridge, moving very slowly.†  (source)
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    So dey pomped him up.†  (source)
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    Where the sun had gone down in simple state — pure of the pomp of clouds — spread a solemn purple, burning with the light of red jewel and furnace flame at one point, on one hill-peak, and extending high and wide, soft and still softer, over half heaven.†  (source)
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    Indeed it was—Sir William Bradshaw's motor car; low, powerful, grey with plain initials' interlocked on the panel, as if the pomps of heraldry were incongruous, this man being the ghostly helper, the priest of science; and, as the motor car was grey, so to match its sober suavity, grey furs, silver grey rugs were heaped in it, to keep her ladyship warm while she waited.†  (source)
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