Joaquin Miller Quotes

The biggest dog has been a pup

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Joaquin Miller

Cincinnatus Heine Miller (; September 8, 1837 – February 17, 1913), better known by his pen name Joaquin Miller (), was an American poet, author, and frontiersman. He is nicknamed the "Poet of the Sierras" after the Sierra Nevada, about which he wrote in his Songs of the Sierras (1871).

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Joaquin Miller

The biggest dog has been a pup

animals dog
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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

regret woman forget born repent being-a-woman
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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.

honor glory world tears win great give
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'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.

heaven moon black broken battles silent walls
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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

life war heart road pity brother god knife
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Let us go and talk with the poets. (on arriving in San Francisco)

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That man who lives for self alone - lives for the meanest mortal known

man lives
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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.

soul book lives count small read learned books creed
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I count the columned waves at war With Titan elements; and they, In martial splendor, storm the bar And shake the world, these bits of spray.

war
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This creature comes from out the dim Far centuries, beyond the rim Of time's remotest reach or stir.

thetimes time
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We plant this stone as some small seed Is sown at springtime, warm with earth; We sow this seed as some good deed Is sown, to grow until its worth Shall grow, through rugged steeps of time, To touch the God-built stars sublime.

worth deeds thetimes time
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The mountains from that fearful first Named day were God's own house. Behold, 'Twas here dread Sinai's thunders burst And showed His face. 'Twas here of old His prophets dwelt. Lo, it was here The Christ did come when death drew near.

death
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Who now shall accuse and arraign us? What man shall condemn and disown? Since Christ has said only the stainless Shall cast at his fellows a stone.

man
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Each gives to each, and like the star Gets back its gift in tenfold pay. To get and give and give amain The rivers run and oceans roll. O generous and high-born rain When reigning as a splendid whole! That man who lives for self alone Lives for the meanest mortal known.

gifts man self
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O you had loved her sitting there, Half hidden in her loosen'd hair: Why, you had loved her for her eyes, Their large and melancholy look Of tenderness, and well mistook Their love for light of Paradise.

paradise light

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