pomp (n.)
- array
- brilliance
- buckram
- caravan
- cavalcade
- ceremonial
- ceremoniousness
- ceremony
- circumstance
- column
- cortege
- cyclorama
- dignity
- diorama
- display
- exhibit
- exhibition
- exposition
- extravaganza
- fanfare
- flyover
- form
- formality
- formalization
- funeral
- glory
- grandeur
- gravity
- heraldry
- line
- liturgy
- magnificence
- motorcade
- pageant
- pageantry
- panoply
- panorama
- parade
- phantasmagoria
- pomposity
- presentation
- pride
- primness
- procession
- promenade
- representation
- review
- rigidness
- ritual
- rituality
- shine
- show
- sight
- solemnity
- spectacle
- splendor
- state
- stiffness
- stream
- string
- stylization
- tableau
- train
- weight
When Croft's "Life of Dr. Young" was spoken of as a good imitation
of Dr. Johnson's style, "No, no," said he, "it is not a good imitation of
Johnson; it has all his pomp without his force; it has all the nodosities of
the oak, without its strength; it has all the contortions of the sibyl, without
the inspiration."—
O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Blot out vain pomp; check impulse; quench appetite; keep reason under its own control.
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
Where thrift may follow fawning.
Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,
So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry;
Blot out the epic's stately rhyme,
But spare his "Highland Mary!"
The monumental pomp of age
Was with this goodly personage;
A stature undepressed in size,
Unbent, which rather seemed to rise
In open victory o'er the weight
Of seventy years, to loftier height.
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
Await alike the inevitable hour.
The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,
That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.
When I am dead, no pageant train
Shall waste their sorrows at my bier,
Nor worthless pomp of homage vain
Stain it with hypocritic tear.
