 | Odes, English - 1791 - 198 pages
...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. OdcXHL ODES. 107 Of rest was Noah's dove bereft, When... | |
 | John Wolcot - English poetry - 1804 - 180 pages
...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 besto•w; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. •. Of rest was NOAH'S dove bereft, When with impatient... | |
 | 1806 - 184 pages
...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, dove bereft, When with impatient wing... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 pages
...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 own selves our joys must flow, Of rest was Noah's dove bereft, When with impatient wing she left That safe retreat,... | |
 | Poetry - 1808 - 496 pages
...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 dove bereft, When with impatient wing... | |
 | English poetry - English poetry - 1809 - 302 pages
...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 dove bereft, When, with impatient wing,... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - English poetry - 1809 - 604 pages
...near, To spoil our heart-felt jojs. If solid happiness we priite, Within our breast this jewel lies; j From <iur own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut,, our houie. Of rest was Noah's dove bereft.... | |
 | Lindley Murray - Readers - 1810 - 262 pages
...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 ownselves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. Of rest was Noah's dove bereft, When with... | |
 | Lindley Murray - Readers - 1812 - 378 pages
...fire, 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 dove bereft, When, with impatient wings,... | |
 | George Miller - 1813 - 638 pages
...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 dove bereft, When with... | |
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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. 
