“And yet I will venture to believe that in no time, since the beginnings of Society, was the lot of those same dumb millions of toilers so entirely unbearable as it is even in the days now passing over us. It is not to die, or even to die of hunger, that makes a man wretched; many men have died; all men must die,—the last exit of us all is in a Fire-Chariot of Pain. But it is to live miserable we know not why; to work sore and yet gain nothing; to be heart-worn, weary, yet isolated, unrelated, girt in with a cold universal Laissez-faire: it is to die slowly all our life long, imprisoned in a deaf, dead, Infinite Injustice, as in the accursed iron belly of a Phalaris' Bull! This is and remains forever intolerable to all men whom God has made. Do we wonder at French Revolutions, Chartisms, Revolts of Three Days? The times, if we will consider them, are really unexampled.”

Source: Thirst No. 3: The Eternal Dawn

'of what is found there.'
Journey to Love (1955), Asphodel, That Greeny Flower
Source: Asphodel, That Greeny Flower and Other Love Poems: That Greeny Flower

Source: I Shall Wear Midnight

Source: The God of the Machine (1943), p. 122

1840s, Past and Present (1843)

Source: a little time before his death, as quoted by A. J. Q. Alkemade, in [Biografisch Woordenboek van Nederland, 1982, http://www.inghist.nl/Onderzoek/Projecten/BWN/lemmata/bwn5/burgers]

"The Triumph of Time".
Legends and Lyrics: A Book of Verses (1858)

The Christian Year. Twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).