Dust

For dust thou art, and unto dust shall thou return.

— Dust

Down to the dust! — and, as thou rott'st away, Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay.

— Dust

Whose touch turns hope to dust—the dust we all have trod.

— Dust

We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works Die too.

— Dust

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust

— Dust

Dust always blowing about the town, Some of the blowing dust was gold.

— Dust

All the dust the wind blew high Some of the dust was really gold.

— Dust

If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes And blind me to a standstill if it must.

— Dust

Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?

— Dust

Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe?

— Dust

When darkness gathers over all. And mould it into heavenly forms.

— Dust

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End!

— Dust

Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scatter'd, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.

— Dust

Unug's levy was a flood, Kulaba's levy was a clouded sky. As they covered the ground like heavy fog, the dense dust whirled up by them reached up to heaven.

— Dust

When I was aliveI am dust which never was.

— Dust

A heap of dust remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

— Dust

Lo, now my glory smear'd in dust and blood!

— Dust

Scepter and crown With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

— Dust

Only the actions of the justSmell sweet and blossom in their dust.

— Dust

As a new-born soul, — I am naught: My deeds are dust in air.

— Dust

Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust,Like diamonds, we are cut with our own dust.

— Dust