 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.  Hymns for Public Worship - Page 1571772 - 202 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Alexander Marjoribanks - America - 1853 - 504 pages
...been prepared to say in the words of the poet — " 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, r And that dear hut our home." Yet, as Washington Irving,... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Quotations, English - 1855 - 612 pages
...ehose, as either brings eontent. Dryden's Indian Emperor. 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 t hat dear hut — our home. Cotton's Fireside.... | |
 | John Bartlett - Quotations - 1856 - 660 pages
...disguise. NATHANIEL COTTON. 1721-1788. The Fireside. St. 3. 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. St. 13. Thus hand... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1857 - 418 pages
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heart-felt 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... | |
 | William Jones (F.S.A.) - 1857 - 468 pages
...little time when there is no remedy. Real Happiness. 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. Mutual... | |
 | Abraham Mills - English literature - 1858 - 608 pages
...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... | |
 | 1861 - 214 pages
...rich, or great, But never can be blest.— Burns. ff F 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. THIS is the... | |
 | Clara Lucas Balfour - Aunts - 1861 - 352 pages
...affairs in the next chapter. CHAPTER XV. A BETROSPECT. " 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." DK. COTTON. How much... | |
 | Henry Southgate - 1862 - 774 pages
...heavenly cheerfulness and peace. _ Rid*,. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jowel 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. Goto». HAPFINESS-of... | |
 | John Cooper Grocott - 1863 - 562 pages
...yourselves. CONGREVE. — The Double Dealer, Act IL Scene 2. 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,... | |
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