15 Metaphors for processions

This gay procession, with its half-breeds in tri-colored woolen coats, its gay-plumed voyageurs suggesting gallant troubadours of old in slashed belts and tassels, was not quite the sort of return to set Inspector MacLean cheering.

The procession for displaying the trophies, the captives, and the other emblems of victory, and for conveying the vast accumulation of treasures and spoils, was two days in passing into the city; and enough was left after all for another triumph.

The Son is the eye with which the Father intuits himself, and the procession of this vision from the groundless is the Holy Ghost.

Indeed, a joyful procession becomes an impossible thought after this.

The procession of the world from the infinite is a free act, a fact which can only be described, not deduced as necessary.

His funeral procession to Malmesbury was an imposing ecclesiastical function, the "stations" en route being subsequently marked by crosses.

The processions I see very often, are a pageantry as offensive, and apparently contradictory to all common sense, as the pagodas of China.

The long processions of carts carrying victims to the guillotine, these increasing in number until after the Law of Prairial they averaged sixty or seventy a day in Paris alone, while in the provinces there was no end.

The procession was d to start at half-past two o'clock.

The procession at Voisins was a primitive affair, but, to me, all the prettier for that.

These processions are the great religious stimulant here, and they form another point of resemblance with the French part of Canada.

The slow, majestic procession in the heavens, the hours of tumult when the moon struggled through the troubled sky, the dawns with their swift, wide-spreading clarity, were the finest diversions she ever had known.

CHAPTER IV ~Through the Ts'ung Mountains to K'eech-ch'a~ When the processions of images in the fourth month were over, Sang-shâo, by himself alone, followed a Tartar who was an earnest follower of the Law, and proceeded towards Ko-phene.

The procession was nearly two miles in length and they marched three and one-half hours before reaching their destination.

In a certain town, on the forenoon of July 3, 183-, when "Floral Processions" were novel affairs, a company of ladies and gentlemen were assembled in a barn-chamber, finishing off and packing up a lot of moss baskets, and arranging bunches of flowers to be sent to Boston, to the Warren-street Chapel, by the mail coach at 3 o'clock, P.M.

15 Metaphors for  processions