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Stephen Crane

I stood upon a high place,

And saw, below, many devils

Running, leaping,

And carousing in sin.

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Engaged in or ready for action; characterized by energetic work, thought, or speech.

The students were very active in class discussions, asking many thoughtful questions.

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Coventry Patmore·1823–1896
f fate Love’s dear ambition mar,And load his breast with hopeless pain,And seem to blot out sun and star,Love, won or lost, is countless gain;His sorrow boasts a secret blissWhich sorrow of itself beguiles,And Love in tears too noble isFor pity, save of Love in smiles.But, looking backward through his tears,With vision of maturer scope,How often one dead joy appearsThe platform of some better hope!And, let us own, the sharpest smartWhich human patience may endurePays light for that which leaves the heartMore generous, dignified, and pure.