Trod Quotes
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I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator God And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below, above, the vaulted sky.
john clare— 1848 'I Am'.
Jesus of Nazareth was the most scientific man that ever trod theglobe.He plunged beneaththematerial surface of things, and found the spiritual cause.
Mary Baker Eddy— 1875 Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures.
Wild was the day; the wintry seaMoaned sadly on New England's strand,When first the thoughtful and the free,Our fathers, trod the desert land.
william cullen bryant— The Twenty-Second of December, st. 1.
Going as if he trod upon eggs.
robert burton— Section 2, member 3.
Jesus does not drive His followers on before, as a herd of unwilling disciples, but goes before Himself, leading them into paths that He has trod, and dangers He has met, and sacrifices He has borne Himself, calling them after Him and to be only followers.
horace bushnell— P. 89. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
It was one of the greatest thrills of my life to stand there, waist high in crusty snow, on a peak never before trod by human kind, surrounded by the great ghostly shadows of other individual peaks in this range. I practised my yodel which echoed and re-echoed with no human to hear. It was glorious, a sense of peace and freedom such as I never known before.
judy lamarsh— CHAPTER 8, Centennial summer, p. 196
Who that hath ever beenCould bear to be no more?Yet who would tread again the sceneHe trod through life before?
james montgomery— The Falling Leaf.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold:For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.
Alexander Pope— Line 1.
I won a noble fame;But with a sudden frown,The people snatched my crown,And, in the mire, trod downMy lofty name.
theodore tilton— Sir Marmaduke's Musings, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
gerard manley hopkins— God's Grandeur, lines 5-8
Nonexistence. The society of the nonexistent. In the street yesterday a nonexistent person trod on my foot with his nonexistent foot.
imre kertész— p. 30 (Detective Story (2008))
In some far off place Many light years in space I’ll wait for you. Where human feet have never trod, Where human eyes have never seen. I'll build a world of abstract dreams And wait for you.
sun ra— Liner notes to Monorails and Satellites (1968)
Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring.
William Butler Yeats— Quarrel In Old Age, st. 2
Oh, when we are journeying through the murky night and the dark woods of affliction and sorrow, it is something to find here and there a spray broken, or a leafy stem bent down with the tread of His foot and the brush of His hand as He passed; and to remember that the path He trod He has hallowed, and thus to find lingering fragrance and hidden strength in the remembrance of Him as " in all points tempted like as we are," bearing grief for us, bearing grief with us, bearing grief like us.
— Alexander Maclaren, p. 11. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
E'en as he trod that day to God, So walked he from his birth, In simpleness, and gentleness and honor And clean mirth.
rudyard kipling— Rudyard Kipling, Barrack Room Ballads, Dedication to Wolcott Balestier. (Adaptation of an earlier one).
Death's but a path that must be trod, if man would ever pass to God.
thomas parnell— Thomas Parnell, Night-Piece on Death, line 67.
What's hallow'd ground? Has earth a clod Its Maker mean'd not should be trod By man, the image of his God, Erect and free, Unscourged by Superstition's rod To bow the knee.
thomas campbell— Thomas Campbell, Hallowed Ground.
You shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my breast, Nor yet within the common soil Lay down the wreck of power to rest, Where man can boast that he has trod On him that was "the scourge of God."
edward everett— Edward Everett, Alaric the Visigoth.
O Thou by whom we come to God The Life, the Truth, the Way; The path of prayer Thyself hast trod; Lord, teach us how to pray.
— James Montgomery, p. 460. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
To every outworn shibboleth of 19th-century economics he clung with fanatic tenacity. Economy, Free Trade, Gold - these were the keynotes of his political philosophy, and deflation the path he trod with almost ghoulish enthusiasm.
— Robert Boothby in: Robert Rhodes James, Bob Boothby (1991), p. 102; About Philip Snowden, 1st Viscount Snowden
Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din; Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
lord byron— Lord Byron, The Island, Canto I, Stanza 6.
You led our sons across the haunted flood, Into the Canaan of their high desire No milk and honey there, but tears and blood Flowed where the hosts of evil trod in fire, And left a worse than desert where they passed.
— Amelia J. Burr, To General Pershing.
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found, Freedom to worship God.
felicia hemans— Felicia Hemans, Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.
Take me, O my Father, take me! Take me, save me, through Thy Son; That which Thou wouldst have me, make me, Let Thy will in me be done. Long from Thee my footsteps straying, Thorny proved the way I trod; Weary come I now, and praying Take me to Thy love, my God!
— Ray Palmer, p. 158. (Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895))
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod. They have left unstained, what there they found Freedom to worship God.
felicia hemans— Felicia Hemans, The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.
There shall be no more snow No weary noontide heat, So we lift our trusting eyes From the hills our Fathers trod: To the quiet of the skies: To the Sabbath of our God.
felicia hemans— Felicia Hemans, Evening Song of the Tyrolese Peasants.
From Stirling Castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod the banks of Clyde and Tay, And with the Tweed had travelled; And when we came to Clovenford, Then said "my winsome marrow," "Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside, And see the braes of Yarrow."
william wordsworth— William Wordsworth, Yarrow Unvisited.
On Leven's banks, while free to rove, And tune the rural pipe to love, I envied not the happiest swain That ever trod the Arcadian plain. Pure stream! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white, round, polish'd pebbles spread.
tobias smollett— Tobias Smollett, Ode to Leven Water, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 437.
Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just, Stoop’d down serene and wrote them in the dust, trod under foot, the sport of every wind, Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind. There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie, And grieved they could not ’scape the Almighty eye.
— Boulter's Monument (1745), dedicated to Frederick, Prince of Wales, who had been Madden's student.
