A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices in
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A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices
Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile,
Spreads its curious opinion
To a million merciful and sneering men,
While families cuddle the joys of the fireside
When spurred by tale of dire lone agony.
A newspaper is a court
Where every one is kindly and unfairly tried
By a squalor of honest men.
A newspaper is a market
Where wisdom sells its freedom
And melons are crowned by the crowd.
A newspaper is a game
Where his error scores the player victory
While another's skill wins death.
A newspaper is a symbol;
It is feckless life's chronicle,
A collection of loud tales
Concentrating eternal stupidities,
That in remote ages lived unhaltered,
Roaming through a fenceless world.
By
Stephen Crane
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- I stood upon a highway
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- If there is a witness to my little life,
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- In heaven
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- Many red devils ran from my heart
- Many workmen
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- The wayfarer,
- There came whisperings in the winds
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- There was a land where lived no violets.
- There was a man and a woman
- There was a man who lived a life of fire
- There was a man with tongue of wood
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- There was set before me a mighty hill
- There was, before me
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- Walking in the sky
- When a people reach the top of a hill,
- When the prophet, a complacent fat man,
- Why do you strive for greatness, fool?
- With eye and with gesture
- Yes, I have a thousand tongues
- You say you are holy
- You tell me this is God?
