tread (n.)
- amble
- amount
- ankle
- caliber
- career
- clip
- clop
- clump
- compass
- cut
- degree
- doorstep
- drag
- droop
- extent
- flounce
- foot
- footfall
- footrest
- footstep
- gait
- gallop
- grade
- height
- hitch
- hobble
- hoof
- hop
- interval
- jog
- jump
- leap
- leg
- level
- lick
- limp
- lurch
- march
- mark
- measure
- mince
- notch
- nuance
- pace
- pad
- paddle
- pas
- peg
- period
- pitch
- plane
- plateau
- point
- prance
- progress
- proportion
- rack
- range
- rate
- ratio
- reach
- remove
- rest
- riser
- roll
- round
- rundle
- rung
- saunter
- scale
- scope
- scuttle
- shade
- shadow
- shamble
- shuffle
- single-foot
- skip
- slouch
- slowness
- space
- spoke
- stagger
- stair
- stalk
- stamp
- standard
- stave
- step
- stint
- stomp
- stride
- string
- stroll
- strut
- swagger
- swing
- totter
- trace
- track
- trample
- travel
- troop
- trot
- velocity
- waddle
- walk
tread (v.)
- amble
- ambulate
- amount
- ankle
- career
- circumambulate
- clip
- clop
- clump
- compass
- cut
- drag
- droop
- drub
- flounce
- foot
- gallop
- grade
- hitch
- hobble
- hoof
- hop
- jaywalk
- jog
- jump
- leap
- leg
- level
- lick
- limp
- lurch
- march
- mark
- measure
- mince
- notch
- pace
- pad
- paddle
- peg
- perambulate
- pitch
- plane
- point
- prance
- progress
- proportion
- rack
- range
- rate
- reach
- remove
- rest
- roll
- round
- rundle
- saunter
- scale
- scope
- scuttle
- shade
- shadow
- shamble
- shuffle
- sidle
- single-foot
- skip
- slink
- slither
- slouch
- space
- stagger
- stalk
- stamp
- stave
- step
- stint
- stomp
- stride
- string
- stroll
- strut
- swagger
- swing
- toddle
- totter
- trace
- track
- traipse
- trample
- travel
- troop
- trot
- waddle
- walk
They have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this grass.
Who that hath ever been
Could bear to be no more?
Yet who would tread again the scene
He trod through life before?
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes;
They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes,
Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise,
Poetic fields encompass me around,
And still I seem to tread on classic ground.
All that tread
The globe are but a handful to the tribes
That slumber in its bosom.
One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
Where'er we tread, 't is haunted, holy ground.