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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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MIGNONNE.

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Coventry Patmore·1823–1896
hate'er thou dost thou'rt dear.Uncertain troubles sanctifyThat magic well-spring of the willing tear,Thine eye.Thy jealous fear,With not the rustle of a rival near;Thy careless disregard of allMy tenderest care;Thy dumb despairWhen thy keen wit my worship may construeInto contempt of thy divinity;They please me too!But should it once befallThese accidental charms to disappear,Leaving withalThy sometime self the same throughout the year,So glowing, grave and shy,Kind, talkative and dearAs now thou sitt'st to plyThe fireside tuneOf that neat engine deft at which thou sew'stWith fingers mild and foot like the new moon,O, then what cross of any further fateCould my content abate?Forget, then, (but I knowThou canst not so,)Thy customs of some praediluvian state.I am no Bullfinch, fair my Butterfly,That thou should'st tryThose zigzag courses, in the welkin clear;Nor cruel Boy that, fledd'st thou straightOr paused, mayhapMight catch thee, for thy colours, with his cap.