 | Joseph Livesey - 1885 - 344 sivua
...restrain, How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure. Still, to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find ; • With secret course, which no loud storm* annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy. The... | |
 | Sarah Sharp Hamer - 1885
...sounds of earth." DE QUINCEY. " Retired leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure." MILTON. " Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find ' GOLDSMITH. for $iea0ure. for duty fills the years, months, days and hours of life. There are " between... | |
 | Sanitary Institute of Great Britain - 1886
...community. - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure I Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find." However dirty the locality, and however poor the house in which you live, you can yourselves do much... | |
 | Sanitary Institute of Great Britain - 1886
...community. " How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure ! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find." However dirty the locality, and however poor the house in which you live, you can yourselves do much... | |
 | Thomas Walker - 1887
...says — How small of all that human hearts endure, That part, which laws or kings can cause or cure ! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. Shakespeare observes, " there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so ; " and Milton... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford - 1888
...restrain, How small, of all that human hearts endure. That part which laws or kings can cause or cure. Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find : With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy. The lifted... | |
 | K. L. Armstrong - 1889 - 488 sivua
...Shakespeare* MY. strange, but true, for truth is always strange, Stranger than fiction. — Byron. Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we -make or find. — Goldsmith. Shall man alone, for whom all else revives. No resurrection know?— Young. To gild... | |
 | John Murdoch - 1889
...says, " How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure ! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find." The folly of expecting beneficent changes in society, except as the result of wide preparatory changes... | |
 | Kālidāsa - 1890 - 110 sivua
...invitis, define esse miser, Trust to $ y self, on strength of sonl rely, • And hostile Gods, ana wretchedness, defy. « Goldsmith's* 'Traveller winds...description when he remarks. Still to ourselves in evdry place consigned, -Our own felicity yo make or fir^d. * Milton's strain ffowever in Satan's sublime... | |
 | John Kennedy - 1890 - 282 sivua
...absurd.— Sydney Smith. Nor let me waste another hour With thee, thou felon, sleep.— Hannoli More. Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. — Goldsmith. The lordly head that sits above, The heart that beats below, Their several ofjlce plainly... | |
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How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure ! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find : With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of... 
