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There was among the Angas a king of great splendour, called Vasuhoma.
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There he sat upon a new and excellent seat of great splendour.
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When Michaelmas came, the king had high mass sung with great splendour.
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You expected to see great splendour here, and you find only misery.
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That arrow of great splendour fell upon the shoulder of the Brahmana hero.
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Possessed of great splendour, he gratified the gods and the Pitris.
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Those men who perform the Sraddha on the sixth day acquire great splendour.
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Endued with great splendour, the monarch then passed the night happily.
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This festival, in honour of Dionysus, was observed with great splendour.
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Then, he went to London and was crowned with great splendour.
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O righteous king of great splendour, he is waiting for thee.
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While living there, she brought forth an offspring of great splendour.
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Do thou, O learned Brahmana of great splendour return immediately to thy abode.
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Reflecting on thy words, Yudhishthira of great splendour applauded them highly.
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Some were of symmetrical limbs, possessed of great splendour, and adorned with ornaments.
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On the 7th the sun rose in great splendour, reminding one of the verse:
