 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 страници
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heartfelt joys. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast uman mind. To be driven by external motives from the path which our own bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut — our home. Of rest was Noah's... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 страници
...stranger — near, To spoil our heart-felt joys. 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. Of rest, was Noah's... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 страници
...stranger — near To spoil our heart-felt joys. 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 thai dear hut, our home. Of rest, was Noah's... | |
 | 1847 - 540 страници
...Each to be chose, as either brings content. DRYDEN. 11. 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. 12. A perpetual... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 432 страници
...themselves. The poet Cotton has •veil remarked that :— " 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." 7— French Bread. TWC—... | |
 | Robert Kemp Philp - 1855 - 936 страници
...unite with us in hope for a happy ew Year. " If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jevrel lies, And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow ; From our own selves our joys roost flow, And that deal- hut, oar home." London, December 1855.... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 страници
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heartfelt joys. 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. Of rest was Noah's dove... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 страници
...intermeddling stranger near To spoil our heartfelt joys. 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 ownselves our joys must flow, And that dear hut—our home. Of rest was Noah's dove... | |
 | 1853 - 394 страници
...AHD ITS OPPOSITE,— OR THE INSATIATE THIRST FOR GOLD. If »lid HAITINKW we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam. The world 'has nothing to bestow ; From our own solves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, OUR HOXS. COTTON. HAPPINESS is... | |
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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. 
