 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 - Pàgina 1571772 - 202 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | John Timbs - 1829 - 354 pàgines
...suspicion of being no policy at all,— Surke. CCCCLXXVIII. 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's Fire-Side. CCCCLXXIX.... | |
 | Laconics - 1829 - 352 pàgines
...suspicion of being no policy at all.—Burke. CCCCLXXVIII. 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's Fire-Side. CCCCLXXIX.... | |
 | Robert Smith - 1829 - 432 pàgines
...all my days, And may my zeal with years increase; If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast the jewel lies; And they are fools who roam: The world has nothing to bestow, From our o.wn selves the joys must flow, And that dew but, our home. COTTOX. Minuteness of... | |
 | Christian worship - 1830 - 482 pàgines
...shall 1 bathe my weary soul 305. PM True happinett. 1 IF solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam : The world has little to bestow ; From our ownselves our joys must flow Our bliss begins at home. 2 To be resign'd,... | |
 | Editor of The family manual and servant's guide - 1835 - 412 pàgines
...fireside, and with it this stanza of memorable truth : If solid happiness we prize, Withia 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. By fire-irons are understood... | |
 | 1835 - 562 pàgines
...yet hath all* HYMN 96. 8&.6s. M. True Happiness. 1 IF solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam ; The world has little to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow ; Our bliss begins at home. 2 We 'II therefore... | |
 | Elizabeth Frank - 1842 - 304 pàgines
...My health, my life, my God ! SECTION 11. Contentment. IP solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam : The world has little to bestow ; From our own minds our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. Of rest was... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pàgines
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heartfelt joys. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast Y:Z: bestow ; From our own selves our joya must flow, And that dear hut — our home. Of rest was Noah's... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pàgines
...intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heartfelt joys. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast uman mind. To be driven by external motives from the path which our own bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut — our home. Of rest was Noah's... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 pàgines
...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... | |
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