Sentence examples for trampled out from inspiring English sources

Anna Sui summarily trampled out any country club girl's dreams, and sent her tumbling into high-toned psychedelia: cheeks in hot pinks and oranges, and eyes painted in bright blues and greens, reminiscent of Edie Sedgwick.

Those of us lucky enough to find a platform are torn to pieces, commentators desperate to find some mud to sling, to reassure themselves that the working classes are a subspecies to be trampled out and kept in their places.

The insurrection has been remorselessly trampled out.

The incessant rumbling and flashing that accompanies virtually every other scene underscores the hollowness of a story that in the decades since the original "Omen" has had any freshness trampled out of it by a rampaging army of Freddies, Jasons and Michael Myerses, not to mention assorted "Omen" and "Exorcist" sequels and knockoffs.

Buy from Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk HE IS trampling out the vintage" is part of a line from "The Battle Hymn of the Republic".

It was in the Civil War that "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" was composed, with its echoes of Isaiah 63:3 and Revelation 14 20: "He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored".

This image emerges again in "The Battle Hymn of the Republic," the Union's anthem during the Civil War: "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;/He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored".

Patsey, the young slave, was the victim of "a licentious master and a jealous mistress"; she was subject to sexual assaults from Mr. Epps, and violent ones from his wife, of whom Northup writes: The pride of the haughty woman was aroused; the blood of the fiery southern boiled at the sight of Patsey, and nothing less than trampling out the life of the helpless bondwoman would satisfy her.

Which means it's time to trample out the vintage of the Grapes of Mush.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.

McCain started on a graceful, no-sour-grapes sort of note, but by the end of the speech, he was (as usual) trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored (so to speak).