44 quotes
God can find a soul of beauty
Where it falls, as gems of worth
Are found by miners dark in earth.
Shadows of Shasta (1881)
That man who lives for self alone
Lives for the meanest mortal known.
The Building of the City Beautiful (1905)
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.
In Classic Shades, and Other Poems (1890)
Each gives to each, and like the star
Gets back its gift in tenfold pay.
The Building of the City Beautiful (1905)
This creature comes from out the dim
Far centuries, beyond the rim
Of time's remotest reach or stir.
The Ship in the Desert (1875)
Men lie, who lack courage to tell truth — the cowards!
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.
The Danites: and Other Choice Selections from the Writings of Joaquin Miller (1877)
Here white sea-born clouds companion
With such peaks as know the stars!
In Classic Shades, and Other Poems (1890)
And love for love is reckoned best.
The Ship in the Desert (1875)
I saw the lightning's gleaming rod
Reach forth and write on heaven's scroll
The awful autograph of God!
Shadows of Shasta (1881)
Yet are steeps and stone-strown passes
Smooth o'er head, and nearest God.
In Classic Shades, and Other Poems (1890)
These stony altars they have hurled
Oppression back, have kept the boon
Of liberty. Behold, how free
The mountains stand, and eternally.
Shadows of Shasta (1881)
Time, eftsoon will tumble
All of us together like leaves in a gust,
Humbled indeed down into the dust.
Aye, I built in woe. God willed it;
Woe that passeth ghosts of guilt.
In Classic Shades, and Other Poems (1890)
Shall man not set his standard high,
And hold some higher, holier plan?
Some loftier plan than ever planned
By outworn book of outworn land?
In Classic Shades, and Other Poems (1890)
For the Right, through thickest night,
Till the man-brute Wrong be driven
From high places; till the Right
Shall lift like some grand beacon light.
Shadows of Shasta (1881)
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 hesitate to draw a line
Between the two, where God has not.
Songs of the Sierras (1871)
Death is delightful. Death is dawn,
The waking from a weary night
Of fevers unto truth and light.
Then the song! Ah, then the sabre
Flashing up the walls of night!
Hate of wrong and love of neighbor
Rhymes of battle for the Right!
In Classic Shades, and Other Poems (1890)
I dared not dream she loved me.
The Ship in the Desert (1875)