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 psl. 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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The Cry for Justice An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest; the ... Upton Sinclair Visos knygos peržiūra - 1915 |
The Cry for Justice An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest ... Upton Sinclair Visos knygos peržiūra - 1915 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
American poet asked beasts beauty blood born bread called CHARLOTTE PERKINS GILMAN Church clothes cold cried dark dead death door dream earth 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 OLIVE SCHREINER 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
Populiarios ištraukos
358 psl. - 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.
438 psl. - 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.
233 psl. - 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.
751 psl. - 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...
604 psl. - 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.
772 psl. - 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.
771 psl. - 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.
838 psl. - 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.
773 psl. - 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,
228 psl. - 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.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | 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 Years |
| Redaktorius | Upton Sinclair |
| Leidėjas | John C. Winston Company, 1915 |
| Originalas iš | Harvardo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 7 spalio 2005 |
| Ilgis | 891 psl. |
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