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 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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... clothes stole . " Rather than go into the workhouse , he would totter round in the face of the blasts that might cover his weak old limbs with drift . There was a sense of dignity and manhood left still ; his clothes were worn , but ...
... clothes stole . " Rather than go into the workhouse , he would totter round in the face of the blasts that might cover his weak old limbs with drift . There was a sense of dignity and manhood left still ; his clothes were worn , but ...
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... clothes their portion , their sweet- hearts in the service of masters who were loath to fee a married man . Is it to be wondered that these lads who could be faithful unto death drank soddenly on their one free day ; that these girls ...
... clothes their portion , their sweet- hearts in the service of masters who were loath to fee a married man . Is it to be wondered that these lads who could be faithful unto death drank soddenly on their one free day ; that these girls ...
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... clothes . heard the joyous tumult of their talking and their laugh- ing to the regular crash of the band - all the life of the ship I had known so well . I And I walked through it all as though in a dream . On the dock I watched it ...
... clothes . heard the joyous tumult of their talking and their laugh- ing to the regular crash of the band - all the life of the ship I had known so well . I And I walked through it all as though in a dream . On the dock I watched it ...
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... clothes scalding and itching the skin with every movement of the swinging hammers . Near at hand the lean derrick jibs whirled on their pivots like spectres of some ghoulish carnival , and the muck - barrows crunched backwards and ...
... clothes scalding and itching the skin with every movement of the swinging hammers . Near at hand the lean derrick jibs whirled on their pivots like spectres of some ghoulish carnival , and the muck - barrows crunched backwards and ...
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... Clothes ; Shoes of a singularly small size monopolize the lower shelves . Fronting the wardrobe a door ajar gives some slight glimpse of the Bathroom . Folding - doors in the background .- " Enter the Author , " our Theogonist in person ...
... Clothes ; Shoes of a singularly small size monopolize the lower shelves . Fronting the wardrobe a door ajar gives some slight glimpse of the Bathroom . Folding - doors in the background .- " Enter the Author , " our Theogonist in person ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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 !
Page 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...
Page 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.