wedding-march

As the organist begins the wedding-march, two color-bearers of the regiment, carrying one the national flag and the other the regimental colors, precede the bridegroom and the best man from the vestry.

The Etiquette of To-day Edith B. Ordway

In the church, when the wedding-march was being played, and in the vignettes of domestic happiness that ensued, the faces and scenes mysteriously coalesced.

Drolls From Shadowland

The organ peals forth the wedding-march, the clergyman pronounces the necessary vows to slow music, or not, as the contracting parties please.

Manners and Social Usages Mrs. John M. E. W. Sherwood

Fiddler -- or, to give him his proper style, Johann Grubenmüller -- paraded to church by the side of his betrothed, fiddling the wedding-march, partly for his self-gratification, partly to give the ceremony a certain solemn hilarity.

The International Monthly, Volume 3, No. 1, April, 1851 Various

The ceremony was over; the air in the building beat wildly against the walls, the stained-glass windows, and the ears of the worshipers in the excited tumult of the wedding-march; the procession began to leave the chancel.

The Bent Twig Dorothy Canfield Fisher 1918

His wife follows on foot, and after her come the “elders” in a body with serious and thoughtful looks; then the wedding-march begins by couples to a step tuned to music.

Appendix. IV. The Cabbage 1917

No, we will leave the happy pair at the altar, in Marylebone Parish Church, and while the organ peals the wedding-march we will tiptoe softly out.

Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great Hubbard, Elbert, 1856-1915 1916

And it was a gala day for all Antwerp when the bells rang and the great organ in the Cathedral played the wedding-march when Peter Paul Rubens and Isabella Brandt were married, on the Thirteenth of October,

Little Journeys to the Homes of Eminent Painters Hubbard, Elbert, 1856-1915 1916

Yes, if great M. Maeterlinck is right, it seems that William ought to have caught at least some eerie echo of that wedding-march, however faint -- some bars or strains adrift before their time upon the moonlight of this September night in his eighteenth year.

Seventeen 1915

The delightful, boyish confidence of Eugene Aronson has been at my elbow in a charge; Feller I knew in the tropics as an outcast who shared my rations; Dellarme's last words I heard from a dying captain; the philosophy of Hugo Mallin is no less familiar than the bragging of Pilzer or the transformation of Stransky, who whistled a wedding-march as he pumped bullets at the enemy.

The Last Shot Frederick Palmer 1915