Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot; Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit, Where long ago a giant battle was; And, from the turf, a lullaby doth pass In every place where infant Orpheus slept. Feel we these things? that moment have we stept Into a sort of oneness, and our state Is like a floating spirit's. But there are Richer entanglements, enthralments far More self-destroying, leading, by degrees, To the chief intensity: the crown of these Is made of love and friendship, and sits high Upon the forehead of humanity.
You may write me down in history With your bitter twisted lies You may trod me down in the very dirt And still like the dust I'll rise.ben harper
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out like shining from shook foil? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wearsman'ssmudgeand sharesman'ssmell: thesoil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.gerard manley hopkins
Booth died blind and still by faith he trod, Eyes still dazzled by the ways of God.(Nicholas) Vachel Lindsay
Waste of Blood, and waste of Tears, Waste of youth's most precious years, Waste of ways the saints have trod, Waste of Glory, waste of God, War!'Woodbine Willie'
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
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
’Twas on a sunny summer day I trod a mighty city’s street, And when I started on my way My heart was full of fancies sweet; But soon, as nothing could be seen, But countenances sharp and keen, Nought heard or seen around but told Of something bought or something sold, And none that seemed to think or care That any save himself was there.arthur hugh clough
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
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
But let the good old corn adorn The hills our fathers trod; Still let us, for his golden corn, Send up our thanks to God!john greenleaf whittier
Cinderella's lefts and rights To Geraldine's were frights, And I trow The damsel, deftly shod, Has dutifully trod Until now.
Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before. Advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.
Death's but a path that must be trod, if man would ever pass to God.thomas parnell
Against her ankles as she trod The lucky buttercups did nod.jean ingelow
Nathless the sacred shrine is holy yet, With its lone floors where reverent feet once trod. Take off your shoes as by the burning bush, Before the mystery of death and God.Emma Lazarus
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
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
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.