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'Going as if he trod upon eggs.
robert burtonJesus 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 bushnellIt 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 lamarshYou 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 everettYou 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 harperIn 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 raCinderella'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 parnellO 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.
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.
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 LazarusAy, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found, Freedom to worship God.
felicia hemansTake 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!
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod. They have left unstained, what there they found Freedom to worship God.
felicia hemansThere 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 hemansSome 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.