Careful Words

steps (n.)

Beware of desperate steps! The darkest day,

Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.

William Cowper (1731-1800): The Needless Alarm. Moral.

Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,

To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 25.

Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man,

Could field or grove, could any spot of earth,

Show to his eye an image of the pangs

Which it hath witnessed,—render back an echo

Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): The Excursion. Book vi.

Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,

In every gesture dignity and love.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 488.

Thou sure and firm-set earth,

Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear

Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1.

  A man's heart deviseth his way; but the Lord directeth his steps.

Old Testament: Proverbs xvi. 9.

Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime

Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl,

When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep

Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 1.

Who track the steps of glory to the grave.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Monody on the Death of Sheridan. Line 74.

Till morning fair

Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 426.

  Truth is its [justice's] handmaid, freedom is its child, peace is its companion, safety walks in its steps, victory follows in its train; it is the brightest emanation from the Gospel; it is the attribute of God.

Sydney Smith (1769-1845): Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 29.

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;

Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye,

Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,

Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

Tobias Smollett (1721-1771): Ode to Independence.

His spear, to equal which the tallest pine

Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast

Of some great ammiral were but a wand,

He walk'd with to support uneasy steps

Over the burning marle.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 292.

Thus hand in hand through life we 'll go;

Its checker'd paths of joy and woe

With cautious steps we 'll tread.

Nathaniel Cotton (1707-1788): The Fireside. Stanza 31.

Men met each other with erected look,

The steps were higher that they took;

Friends to congratulate their friends made haste,

And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.

John Dryden (1631-1701): Threnodia Augustalis. Line 124.

What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade

Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1.

Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,

Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.

Oliver Goldsmith (1728-1774): The Deserted Village. Line 344.

Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon;

The world was all before them, where to choose

Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.

They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,

Through Eden took their solitary way.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book xii. Line 645.