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...
butterfly clouds snow
The gold-barr'd butterflies to and from And over the waterside wander'd and wove As heedless and idle as clouds that rove And drift by the peaks of perpetual snow.
alone books count exceeding feeds learned lives small soul
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.
arriving poet san talk
Let us go and talk with the poets. (on arriving in San Francisco)
honest enough physiognomy
Physiognomy is often a great falsifier, though as a rule it is honest enough.
ocean wind sea
Primeval forests! virgin sod! That Saxon has not ravish'd yet, Lo! peak on peak in stairways set- In stepping stairs that reach to God! Here we are free as sea or wind, For here are set Time's snowy tents In everlasting battlements Against the march of Saxon mind.
pain knowledge mean
Knowledge is Bought only with a weary care, And wisdom means a world of pain.
prison crime graves
The living grave of crime.
angel pride men
Men say, "By pride the angels fell from heaven." By pride they reached a place from which they fell!
betrayal regret women
O woman, born first to believe us; Yea, also born first to forget; Born first to betray and deceive us, Yet first to repent and regret.
men self known
That man who lives for self alone, Lives for the meanest mortal known.
song stars profound
God's poet is silence! His song is unspoken, And yet so profound, so loud, and so far, It fills you, it thrills you with measures unbroken, And as soft, and as fair, and as far as a star.
wall moon purple
Tis midnight now. The bend and broken moon, Batter'd and black, as from a thousand battles, Hangs silent on the purple walls of Heaven.
adventure world lessons
He gained a world; he gave that world Its grandest lesson: "On! sail on!"
brother war heart
Is it worthwhile that we jostle a brother, Bearing his load on the rough road of life? Is it worthwhile that we jeer at each other, In blackness of heart - that we war to the knife? God pity us all in our pitiful strife