Sentence examples for the more splendid from inspiring English sources

But that made the surprise of leafing through all the more splendid; its foreignness even more intriguing.

The social statuses of the guests were recognized and reified through the potlatch, for gifts were distributed in rank order and the more splendid gifts were given to the guests of highest status.

Then, armed with the knowledge that Mardi Gras had not taken over the entire world, we ventured back into Binche for the final dance and the fireworks, more splendid than the night before and also, given a crowd of at least 10,000, more alarming.

When they start to sing, they take out dazzlingly colorful puppet versions of themselves, and the effect is more splendid than the Imperial Palace scene in the Met's popular production of Puccini's "Turandot," a Zeffirelli extravaganza.

While there is clearly some level of atonement at work here, it does yield one of the film's more splendid insults: "If the tin man came in a cup, you'd probably drink it".

Remarkably tender lamb arrived in three small collops, the dish made more splendid by a bolstering of luscious mushroom mousse and Calvados-laced sauce.

But it is for its splendid mosaics that the site is most renowned today, none of them more splendid than the Mona Lisa of Galilee, the face of a beautiful woman fashioned from hundreds of tiny stones and glass squares, whose eyes follow you wherever you go, just like those of Leonardo da Vinci's better known masterpiece, now in the Louvre Museum in Paris.

To make the action look even more splendid, Robbins suddenly introduces some imposing new soloists with their own accompanying ensemble.

Beyond here, the buildings become ever more splendid, with Italianate balconies and glazed tiles lining their façades, until you reach Vasaplatsen, a road that slopes gently past a jumble of cafés and design emporiums.

Their bodies, the jewels in these caskets, were delicately modelled and the flesh tones were heightened by the brilliance of their make up and paint, which in turn seemed to be intended as a background to set off even more splendid ornaments, the rich bright glint of the teeth and fangs of wild animals among feathers and flowers".

This week, at the opening of a much larger and more splendid exhibition at the Barbican in London, I looked at many pictures that might easily have included me in their monochrome scenes: as a baby in a pram, a boy in a school cap on a smoky station platform, a young reporter in a crowd at a royal wedding.