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...
dream drinking wine
I throw a kiss across the sea, I drink the winds as drinking wine, And dream they all are blown from thee, I catch the whisper'd kiss of thine.
dog pups puppy
The biggest dog has been a pup.
writing sky awful
I saw the lightnings gleaming rod. Reach forth and write upon the sky The awful autograph of God.
book men dust
Man's books are but a climbing stair, Lain step by step, like stairs of stone; The stairway here, the temple there Man's lampad honor, and his trust, The God who called him from the dust.
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.