The Cry for Justice: An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest

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Upton Sinclair
John C. Winston Company, 1915 - Electronic books - 891 pages
Literary heavyweight Jack London has written an introduction to this collection of written works that advocate for social protest. The anthology was compiled by Upton Sinclair, who was a lifelong activist and social reformer.?
 

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Contents

I
25
II
71
III
119
IV
177
VI
227
VII
287
VIII
343
IX
381
XI
483
XII
549
XIII
591
XIV
635
XV
677
XVI
723
XVII
781
XVIII
833

X
429

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Page 480 - AND they shall build houses, and inhabit them; and • they shall plant vineyards, and eat the fruit of them. They shall not build, and another inhabit; they shall not plant, and another eat; for as the days of a tree are the days of my people, and mine elect shall long enjoy the work of their hands.
Page 742 - my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear: 0 clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land. By
Page 798 - HE Communists disdain to conceal their views and * aims. They openly declare that their ends can be attained only by the forcible overthrow of all existing social conditions. Let the ruling classes tremble at a Communistic revolution. The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. They have a world to win. Workingmen of all countries, unite!
Page 58 - 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 175 - Dreadfully staring Thro' muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fix'd on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurr'd by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest. —Cross her hands humbly As if praying dumbly, Over her breast! Owning her weakness, Her evil behavior, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour!
Page 456 - and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you. Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten. Your gold and silver are cankered; and the rust of them shall be a witness against you, and shall eat your flesh as it were fire. Ye have heaped treasures together for the last days. Behold, the hire of the laborers who have
Page 350 - He greatly preferred men of equivocal life and of small consideration in the eyes of the orthodox leaders. "The publicans and the harlots go into the kingdom of God before you. For John came unto you and ye believed him not: but the publicans and the harlots believed him.
Page 190 - but to the grave. . . . Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death? Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the
Page 604 - fellow-creatures' woe. Here while the courtier glitters in brocade, There the pale artist plies the sickly trade; Here while the proud their long-drawn pomps display, There the black gibbet glooms beside t;he way. The dome where Pleasure holds her midnight reign, Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square— The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare.
Page 815 - HE hath showed strength with his arm; he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree. He hath filled the hungry with good

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