Canto

 1     1|  grisly plight,~Begrimed with dust, and bathed with sweat and
 2     6|       else, the air, the very dust~In which the crime is buried,
 3    10|       fly in August's time of dust,~Or in the month before
 4    14|    those happy that in sacred dust~Were buried many and many
 5    15|    sought to cross,~Them into dust the flame reduced, that
 6    15|    feat,~Was searching in the dust to find his head;~But when
 7    16|    Breath, smoke of sweat and dust ascend on high,~And seem
 8    20|       him so astounded in the dust,~That motionless an hour
 9    26|    and rider, bleeding in the dust;~The heads of others from
10    31| steeds; for, prostrate in the dust,~Crumbles each knight and
11    33|        that moves us like the dust which flies~Before the restless
12    37|      it is versed)~Out of the dust, without a mother made,~
13    38|     he, lowly kneeling in the dust,~His holy master had implored,
14    45|    far and nigh~Dim clouds of dust the cheerful daylight blind,~