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 стор. 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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... arms were stretched out towards the flames and the redness . Seldom may a man have the chance to look on hands like those of my mates . Fingers were missing from many , scraggy scars seaming along the wrists or across the palms of ...
... arms were stretched out towards the flames and the redness . Seldom may a man have the chance to look on hands like those of my mates . Fingers were missing from many , scraggy scars seaming along the wrists or across the palms of ...
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... arm ; but did you ever do a good day's farm - work in your life ? If you had , man or boy , you wouldn't have been game for much reading when you got home ; you'd do just what these poor fellows do - tumble into bed at eight o'clock ...
... arm ; but did you ever do a good day's farm - work in your life ? If you had , man or boy , you wouldn't have been game for much reading when you got home ; you'd do just what these poor fellows do - tumble into bed at eight o'clock ...
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... arm . " He'll only beat her all the more when he getteth home . " " She has stood that every Saturday night for the last seven years , to my knowledge , " said Tregarva ; " and worse , too , at times . " " Good God ! is there no escape ...
... arm . " He'll only beat her all the more when he getteth home . " " She has stood that every Saturday night for the last seven years , to my knowledge , " said Tregarva ; " and worse , too , at times . " " Good God ! is there no escape ...
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... arms at their length above his head , and staring at him . " Dead ! " The people closed round , and looked at Monsieur the Marquis . There was nothing revealed by the many eyes that looked at him but watchfulness and eagerness ; there ...
... arms at their length above his head , and staring at him . " Dead ! " The people closed round , and looked at Monsieur the Marquis . There was nothing revealed by the many eyes that looked at him but watchfulness and eagerness ; there ...
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... arms around her neck . For a long time she lay that way , alternately sobbing and sleeping . Then , after a long time , there was a stir . She woke from a doze to find a police officer and two or three other men bending over her . Some ...
... arms around her neck . For a long time she lay that way , alternately sobbing and sleeping . Then , after a long time , there was a stir . She woke from a doze to find a police officer and two or three other men bending over her . Some ...
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Сторінка 358 - King say unto them on his right hand, come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I •was a 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.
Сторінка 438 - 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.
Сторінка 233 - 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.
Сторінка 751 - 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...
Сторінка 604 - 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.
Сторінка 772 - 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.
Сторінка 771 - is recommended to the public, were written by your lordship. To be so distinguished, is an honour, which, being very little accustomed to favours from the great, I know not well how to receive, or in what terms to acknowledge.
Сторінка 838 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Сторінка 773 - Having carried on my work thus far with so little obligation to any favourer of learning, I shall not be disappointed though I should conclude it, if less be possible, with less ; for I have been long wakened from that dream of hope, in which I once boasted myself with so much exultation, my Lord, " Your Lordship's most humble, " Most obedient servant,
Сторінка 228 - All eyes are opened, or opening, to the rights of man. The general spread of the light of science has already laid open to every view the palpable truth, that the mass of mankind has not been born with saddles on their backs, nor a favored few booted and spurred, ready to ride them legitimately, by the grace of God.