 | 1828 - 594 страници
...Suffices for to-day. 385. PM COTTON. Contentment. IF solid happiness we prize, , Within our breasts this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam ; The world has little to bestow, From our own selves our joys must flow ; Our bliss begins at home. We 'll therefore... | |
 | Lindley Murray, Jeremiah Goodrich - 1829 - 318 страници
...strangtr near, To spoil our heart-felt joys. , . 3. If solid happiness we prize, Within our In-east this jewel lies ; - ., And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow : From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut our home. 4. Of rest was Noah's... | |
 | John Timbs - 1829 - 354 страници
...suspicion of being no policy at all,— Surke. CCCCLXXVIII. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. Cotton's Fire-Side. CCCCLXXIX.... | |
 | Laconics - 1829 - 352 страници
...suspicion of being no policy at all.—Burke. CCCCLXXVIII. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam: The world has nothing to bestow; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. Cotton's Fire-Side. CCCCLXXIX.... | |
 | Robert Smith - 1829 - 432 страници
...all my days, And may my zeal with years increase; If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast the jewel lies; And they are fools who roam: The world has nothing to bestow, From our o.wn selves the joys must flow, And that dew but, our home. COTTOX. Minuteness of... | |
 | Christian worship - 1830 - 482 страници
...shall 1 bathe my weary soul 305. PM True happinett. 1 IF solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam : The world has little to bestow ; From our ownselves our joys must flow Our bliss begins at home. 2 To be resign'd,... | |
 | Editor of The family manual and servant's guide - 1835 - 412 страници
...fireside, and with it this stanza of memorable truth : If solid happiness we prize, Withia our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. By fire-irons are understood... | |
 | 1835 - 562 страници
...yet hath all* HYMN 96. 8&.6s. M. True Happiness. 1 IF solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam ; The world has little to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow ; Our bliss begins at home. 2 We 'II therefore... | |
 | Elizabeth Frank - 1842 - 304 страници
...My health, my life, my God ! SECTION 11. Contentment. IP solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam : The world has little to bestow ; From our own minds our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. Of rest was... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 страници
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heartfelt joys. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast Y:Z: bestow ; From our own selves our joya must flow, And that dear hut — our home. Of rest was Noah's... | |
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If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies; And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. 
