 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 страници
...— 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 - 526 страници
...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... | |
 | 1847 - 540 страници
...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
...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.... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 1852 - 890 страници
...life brings little good either to rich or poor. " 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." MR CSICKETS, COCKROACHES,... | |
 | 1853 - 394 страници
...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. 
