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 — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
Lonely as God, and white as a winter moon, Mount Shasta starts up sudden and solitary from the heart of the great black forests… — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
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. — Joaquin Miller Copy Share
All honor to him who shall win the prize. The world has cried for a thousand years. But to him who tries and fails… — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
Men say, "By pride the angels fell from heaven." By pride they reached a place from which they fell! — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
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… — Joaquin Miller Copy Share
Is it worthwhile that we jostle a brother, Bearing his load on the rough road of life? Is it worthwhile that we jeer at… — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
He gained a world; he gave that world Its grandest lesson: "On! sail on!" — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
The soul that feeds on books alone - I count that soul exceeding small That lives alone by book and creed, - A soul… — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
I throw a kiss across the sea, I drink the winds as drinking wine, And dream they all are blown from thee, I catch… — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
O woman, born first to believe us; Yea, also born first to forget; Born first to betray and deceive us, Yet first to repent… — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
There are many To-morrows, my Love, my Love, There is only one To-day. — Joaquin Miller Copy Share Image
