The Cry for Justice: An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest; the Writings of Philosophers, Poets, Novelists, Social Reformers, and Others who Have Voiced the Struggle Against Social Injustice, Selected from Twenty-five Languages, Covering a Period of Five Thousand YearsUpton Sinclair John C. Winston Company, 1915 - 891 páginas Presents American author Upton Sinclair's selection of works of literature that portray American progressivism and reflect struggles against social injustice. Included are essays, stories, plays, and poems by such writers as Sinclair himself, Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Zola, Kipling, Whitman, Shaw, Chesterton, Masefield, Galsworthy, London, Norris, Carlyle, Wilde, and many more. |
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... never hopes , Stolid and stunned , a brother to the ox ? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw ? Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow ? Whose breath blew out the light within this brain ? Is this the thing the Lord God ...
... never hopes , Stolid and stunned , a brother to the ox ? Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw ? Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow ? Whose breath blew out the light within this brain ? Is this the thing the Lord God ...
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... never to be unfolded ! That there should one Man die ignorant who had capacity for Knowledge , this I call a tragedy , were it to happen more than twenty times in the minute , as by some computations it does . The miserable fraction of ...
... never to be unfolded ! That there should one Man die ignorant who had capacity for Knowledge , this I call a tragedy , were it to happen more than twenty times in the minute , as by some computations it does . The miserable fraction of ...
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... Never a mortal to close his eyes or a woman to cross his hands . As a bullock falls in the rugged ruts He fell when the day was o'er , Hunger gripping his weasened guts , But never to hunger more— A " model " is an English resort for ...
... Never a mortal to close his eyes or a woman to cross his hands . As a bullock falls in the rugged ruts He fell when the day was o'er , Hunger gripping his weasened guts , But never to hunger more— A " model " is an English resort for ...
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... never stopped aching , it ceased to be so bad that he could not work . OVER Pittsburgh BY JAMES OPPENHEIM ( American poet and novelist ; born 1882 ) VER his face his gray hair drifting hides his Labor- glory in smoke , Strange through ...
... never stopped aching , it ceased to be so bad that he could not work . OVER Pittsburgh BY JAMES OPPENHEIM ( American poet and novelist ; born 1882 ) VER his face his gray hair drifting hides his Labor- glory in smoke , Strange through ...
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... never asked questions and never knew what results we were laboring to bring about . We turned the High- lands into a cinder - heap , and were as wise at the begin- ning as at the end of the task . Only when we completed the job , and ...
... never asked questions and never knew what results we were laboring to bring about . We turned the High- lands into a cinder - heap , and were as wise at the begin- ning as at the end of the task . Only when we completed the job , and ...
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American poet asked beasts beauty blood born bread called CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN Church clothes cold cried dark dead death door dream earth ÉMILE ZOLA English poet eyes face father fear feet FREDERIK VAN EEDEN GEORGE STERLING give gold hand head hear heart Heaven hell human hunger JACK LONDON JAMES OPPENHEIM justice king knew labor land LEO TOLSTOY liberty live look Lord LOUIS UNTERMEYER mankind MAXIM GORKY misery mother never night novelist PATRICK MACGILL peace peasant PETER KROPOTKIN poor poverty priest prison REGINALD WRIGHT rich shame singing slaves social Socialist society song soul starving street strong struggle tell thee things thou thought thousand tion toil turned unto UPTON SINCLAIR VACHEL LINDSAY voice walk wealth woman women words workers young
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Página 831 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; 215 Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Página 348 - Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was an hungered and ye gave me meat; I was thirsty and ye gave me drink; I was a stranger and ye took me in; naked and ye clothed me: I was sick and ye visited me; I was in prison and ye came unto me.
Página 623 - O BEAUTIFUL for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
Página 428 - So I returned and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter.
Página 223 - I will be as harsh as truth, and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject, I do not wish to think, or speak, or write, with moderation.
Página 745 - LOST LEADER Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags, — were they purple, his heart had been proud...
Página 594 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn: Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green: One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
Página 53 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Página 623 - ... can it be that good policy does not equally enjoin it ? It will be worthy of a free, enlightened, and at no distant period a great nation, to give to mankind the magnanimous and too novel example of a people always guided by an exalted justice and benevolence. Who can doubt that in the course of time and things, the fruits of such a plan would richly repay any temporary advantages which might be lost by a steady adherence to it. Can it be, that Providence has not connected the permanent felicity...
Página 764 - Seven years, My Lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms or was repulsed from your door, during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.