12 ordspråk av Joaquin Miller
Joaquin Miller
'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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Glory ought to be the consequence, not the motive of our actions
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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
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Let us go and talk with the poets. (on arriving in San Francisco)
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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
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That man who lives for self alone - lives for the meanest mortal known
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That man who lives for self alone - lives for the meanest mortal known
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The biggest dog has been a pup
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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.
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