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Page 282 - I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel ; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies ; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain. In words, like weeds...
Page 34 - I find myself facing a blackbearded figure at a table in the back of the room. ' Frick,' I begin. The look of terror on his face strikes me speechless. I aim at his head. He averts his face. The high-ceilinged room reverberates. I hear a sharp piercing cry and see Frick on his knees, his head against the arm of his chair. ' Dead ?' I wonder. I must make sure. I crawl in the direction of the voice, dragging struggling men with me — get the dagger from my pocket — repeatedly strike with it —...
Page 3 - The right of the working-men to combine and to form trades-unions is no less sacred than the right of the manufacturer to enter into associations and conferences with his fellows, and it must sooner or later be conceded.
Page 304 - All convicts under control of the State and county officers, and all inmates of reformatory institutions engaged in manufacturing articles for general consumption, shall receive quarterly wages equal to the amount of their earnings, to be fixed from time to time by the authorities of the institution, from which board, lodging and clothing and the...
Page 510 - The philosophy of a new social order based on liberty unrestricted by manmade law ; the theory that all forms of government rest on violence, and are therefore wrong and harmful, as well as unnecessary.
Page 33 - Fr — ," I begin. The look of terror on his face strikes me speechless. It is the dread of the conscious presence of death. "He understands," it flashes through my mind. With a quick motion I draw the revolver. As I raise the weapon, I see Frick clutch with both hands the arm of the chair, and attempt to rise. I aim at his head. "Perhaps he wears armor,
Page 57 - Restoration than the prosecution of the regicides ; and the heartless and sanguinary manner in which it was conducted tended more than any other circumstance to open the eyes of the people to the real character of the government to which they had been betrayed. Pepys observes on the 20th Oct., " a bloody week this and the last have been ; there being ten hanged, drawn, and quartered.
Page 510 - I seek a world where the ideals of communism will triumph — to each according to his need, from each according to his ability.
Page 35 - ... his attempted assassination of Henry Frick, the steel magnate, after the Homestead massacre. He has just shot and then stabbed Frick: An officer pulls my head back by the hair, and my eyes meet Frick's. He stands in front of me, supported by several men. His face is ashen grey; the black beard streaked with red, and blood is oozing from his neck. For an instant a strange feeling, as of shame, comes over me; but the next moment I am filled with anger at the sentiment, so unworthy of a revolutionist.
Page 22 - ... unexpectedly, overwhelming me with the dread of unpreparedness. In a flurry I gather up my things, but, noticing that the other passengers keep their places, I precipitately resume my seat, fearful lest my agitation be noticed. To hide my confusion, I turn to the open window. Thick clouds of smoke overtast the sky, shrouding the morning with sombre gray.