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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... 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 wayfarers , maintained by ...
... 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 wayfarers , maintained by ...
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... eyes stopped suddenly with a puzzled stare , and then leaned back on a bunk and laughed up- roariously . From there he lurched over the shoulder of a thin , wiry , sober man who , sitting on the edge of a bunk , was slowly spelling out ...
... eyes stopped suddenly with a puzzled stare , and then leaned back on a bunk and laughed up- roariously . From there he lurched over the shoulder of a thin , wiry , sober man who , sitting on the edge of a bunk , was slowly spelling out ...
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... eyes , Sweating it deep in their ditches , swining it stark in their styes ; Hurling down forests before me , spanning tumultuous streams ; Down in the ditch building o'er me palaces fairer than dreams ; Boring the rock to the ore - bed ...
... eyes , Sweating it deep in their ditches , swining it stark in their styes ; Hurling down forests before me , spanning tumultuous streams ; Down in the ditch building o'er me palaces fairer than dreams ; Boring the rock to the ore - bed ...
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... before , in trousers only , finding her own cotton .. He was a man with a round , white face , a little grey mustache curving By permission of Charles Scribner's Sons . down like a parrot's beak , and round whitish eyes Toil 57.
... before , in trousers only , finding her own cotton .. He was a man with a round , white face , a little grey mustache curving By permission of Charles Scribner's Sons . down like a parrot's beak , and round whitish eyes Toil 57.
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... eyes . In his aged and unbuttoned suit of grey , with his head held rather to one side , he looked like a parrot - a bird clinging to its perch , with one grey leg shortened and crumpled against the other . He talked , too , in a ...
... eyes . In his aged and unbuttoned suit of grey , with his head held rather to one side , he looked like a parrot - a bird clinging to its perch , with one grey leg shortened and crumpled against the other . He talked , too , in a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
American poet asked beasts beauty blood born bread called CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN Church clothes cold cried dark dead death door dream earth EDWARD CARPENTER 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 once PATRICK MACGILL peace peasant PETER KROPOTKIN poor poverty priest prison REGINALD WRIGHT rich shame singing slaves social Socialist society song soul starving street struggle suffer 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 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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,
Página 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.