 | 1873 - 480 pagina’s
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heartfelt joys. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts 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... | |
 | 1871 - 510 pagina’s
...our nature ! What joy there is in development ! " If solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts the jewel lies, And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow, — From our own selves our joys must flow." If, my indulgent hearer, you covet a happy home,... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 pagina’s
...thee. Epigram on his Family NATHANIEL COTTON. 1707-1788. 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. The Fireside. St.... | |
 | Craufurd Tait Ramage - 1875 - 646 pagina’s
...Happiness. Cotton ("The Fireside," т. 8) влуз :— '• 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 How, And that dear hut, our home." UNITY AND INFINITY. Pensées,... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1875 - 604 pagina’s
...This custard may be eaten hot or cold. AUGUST 2O. ' 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 imietfimt'. And that dear cot — our home.' — COTTON. 1. SOUP... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1875 - 794 pagina’s
...shelter in the storm ! CAMPBELL: Pleasures of Hope. 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. Domestic happiness... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1875 - 890 pagina’s
...Epigram on his Family Arms.1 NATHANIEL COTTON. 1707-1788. 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. The fireside. St.... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 870 pagina’s
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heartfelt joys. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast ey wheeled and turned, bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut— our home. Of rest was Noah's... | |
 | G.W. Carleton & Co - 1877 - 362 pagina’s
...makes the heart afraid. — HOOD, Ode to Melancholy. — 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. — -N. COTTON, The... | |
 | Robert Aitkin Bertram - 1877 - 766 pagina’s
...confined Within the kingdom of this breast of ours. Daniel. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast ious field : There they are privileged ; and he that hunts Or harms the bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut — our home. — Cotton. E'en not... | |
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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. 
