 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 pagina’s
...intermeddling 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 dove... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 pagina’s
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heart-felt jojs. If solid happiness we priite, Within our breast lu-n, bestow j From <iur own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut,, our houie. Of rest was Noah's... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 pagina’s
...intermeddling 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 ownselves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. Of rest was Noah's dove... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1811 - 286 pagina’s
...neighbour enters here, • No intermeddling ftranger near, To fpoil our heart-felt joys. If folitl happinefs we prize, Within our breaft this jewel lies...are fools who roam : The world has nothing to beftow ; TVom our ownfelves our joys muft flow, And that dear hut, our home. Of reft was Noah's dove bereft,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 pagina’s
...our own family and fire, 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 dove... | |
 | George Miller - 1813 - 638 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | 1813 - 458 pagina’s
...intermeddling 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 roust flow, And that dear hut, our home. Of rest was Noah's dove... | |
 | Daniel Staniford - 1814 - 254 pagina’s
...NoVioify neighbour enters here, No intermeddling ftranger near, To fpoil our heart felt joys. For fo'id happinefs we prize Within our breaft this jewel lies ; And they are fools who ream ; The world has nothing to beftow, Fio.n our ovvnfclvet our joys muft flow, And lhatdear hut,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1815 - 262 pagina’s
...prize, Where love our hours employs ; No noify neighbour enters here, No inttrmec'dling flranger near, Within our breaft this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to beftqw ; From our ownfelves our joys muft flow, And that dear hut, our home. Of reft was Noah's dove... | |
 | Daniel Staniford - 1817 - 256 pagina’s
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heart felt joys. For solid happiness we prize ; Within our breast this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam} The world has nothing to bestow, From our otonielvts our joys must flow, And that dear tut, our home. Of rest was Noah's dove... | |
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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. 
