Dust

"What a dust do I raise!"

"When I am dead, the matter which composes my body is indestructible — and eternal, so that come what may to my 'Soul,' my dust will always be going on, each separate atom of me playing its separate part — I shall still have some sort of a finger in the pie. When I am dead, you can boil me, burn me, drown me, scatter me — but you cannot destroy me: my little atoms would merely deride such heavy vengeance. Death can do no more than kill you."

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

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

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

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

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

"Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea-fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told Some of the blowing dust was gold."

"All the dust the wind blew high Appeared like god in the sunset sky, But I was one of the children told Some of the dust was really gold."

"If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes Will keep my talk from getting overwise, I'm not the one for putting off the proof. Let it be overwhelming, off a roof And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust, And blind me to a standstill if it must."

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

"Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame? A fitful tongue of leaping flame; A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust, That lifts a pinch of mortal dust; A few swift years, and who can show Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe?"

"When darkness gathers over all. And the last tottering pillars fall, Take the poor dust Thy mercy warms. And mould it into heavenly forms."

"Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End!"

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

"The dust comes secretly day after day, Lies on my ledge and dulls my shining things. But O this dust that I shall drive away Is flowers and kings, Is Solomon's temple, poets, Nineveh."

"When I was alive I was dust which was, But now I am dust in dust I am dust which never was."

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

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

"Dust claims dust."

"Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade."

"Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust."

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

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

"Or, gazing by pale lamps on high-born dust In vaults; thin courts of poor unflattered kings."

"Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection."

"The sweet remembrance of the just Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust."