 | Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 pages
...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. Cotion. What art thou,... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 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... | |
 | Our life - 1865 - 234 pages
...near, To spoil our heart-felt joys. THE FIRESIDE. 125 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... | |
 | John Hayden (independent minister.) - 1865 - 136 pages
...visit to some of his flock to his happy fireside. " 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."* I shall conclude this... | |
 | John Bartlett - Quotations - 1865 - 504 pages
...on the Death of Thomson. NATHANIEL COTTON. 1721-1788. 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.... | |
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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. 
