 | Isaac Jack Reeve - 1866 - 332 pagina’s
...Forbear those pleasures that must end in woe." HOME. IP 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. ON CONTENT.... | |
 | 1866 - 884 pagina’s
...pleasant, Cometh soon our holiday; Work away! HAPPINESS. IP solid happiness we prize, Within our bronst T I bestow — From onr ownselves our joys must flow, And that dear hut our home. Соттоя 46 >rtn0... | |
 | George Smith (Captain.) - 1866 - 220 pagina’s
...upwards of four hundred ladies were present:'56 for As 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 joy must flow, And this building our home. The entrance into the Hall... | |
 | 134 pagina’s
...or rich, or great, But never can be blest.— Burns. P solid happiness we prize, t 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. THIS is the... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 pagina’s
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heartfelt joys. If solid happiness we prize, "Within our heart this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow : From our own selves our joy must flow, And that dear hut, our home. Of rest was Noah's dove... | |
 | Henry George Bohn - 1867 - 752 pagina’s
...that from stage to stage HAPPINESS — POM I in ned. 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, Fireside, 3.... | |
 | John Rolfe - 1867 - 404 pagina’s
...lull the mind to rest : whence of course the greatest * 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. The Fireside.... | |
 | Young housekeeper - 1869 - 426 pagina’s
...we like, in every home, no matter where it may be. "If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow; From onr own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut — our home." But we are now arrived... | |
 | John T. Watson - 1869 - 524 pagina’s
...Each to be chose, as either brings content. DRYDEN. 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. A perpetual... | |
 | Treasury - 1869 - 474 pagina’s
...tiu Death of Thomson. NATHANIEL COTTON. 1721-1788. TF solid happiness we pri2e, -^ 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. Tin Fireside. St.... | |
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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. 
