Joaquin Miller
Joaquin Miller
Cincinnatus Heine Miller /ˌsɪnsᵻˈneɪtəs ˈhaɪnə ˈmɪlər/, better known by his pen name Joaquin Miller /ˌhwɑːˈkiːn/, was a colorful American poet and frontiersman. He is nicknamed the "Poet of the Sierras" after the Sierra Nevada, about which he wrote in his Songs of the Sierras...
lying book men
Man's books are but man's alphabet, Beyond and on his lessons lie The lessons of the violet, The large gold letters of the sky; The love of beauty, blossomed soil, The large content, the tranquil toil: The toil that nature ever taught, The patient toil, the constant stir, The toil of seas where shores are wrought, The toil of Christ, the carpenter; The toil of God incessantly By palm-set land or frozen sea.
father rain sunshine
Merciful Father, I will not complain. I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.
morrow
There are many To-morrows, my Love, my Love, There is only one To-day.
hands generosity cold
All you can hold in your cold dead hand is what you have given away.
book soul creeds
The soul that feeds on books alone -- I count that soul exceeding small That lives alone by book and creed, -- A soul that has not learned to read.
lying men coward
Men lie, who lack courage to tell truth--the cowards!
giving
He gives twice who gives quickly. credited to Publius Syrus Mimus.
soul fever fame
Fame lulls the fever of the soul, and makes Us feel that we have grasp'd an immortality.
sail
Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
mother men battle
The bravest battle that ever was fought; Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not; It was fought by the mothers of men.
winning years giving
All honor to him who shall win the prize. The world has cried for a thousand years. But to him who tries and fails and dies, I give great honor and glory and tears.
pain rain sunshine
UNDER THE STORM AND THE CLOUD TODAY, AND TODAY THE HARD PERIL AND PAIN - TOMORROW THE STONE WILL BE ROLLED AWAY, FOR THE SUNSHINE SHALL FOLLOW THE RAIN
life-and-love men two
In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of goodness still, In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I do not dare to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.
lonely heart winter
Lonely as God, and white as a winter moon, Mount Shasta starts up sudden and solitary from the heart of the great black forests of Northern California