Skip to content

Stephen Crane

I stood upon a high place,

And saw, below, many devils

Running, leaping,

And carousing in sin.

Read full poem →

adjective

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.

Know more →

The Penitent

24 lines
had a little Sorrow,Born of a little Sin,I found a room all damp with gloomAnd shut us all within;And, "Little Sorrow, weep," said I,"And, Little Sin, pray God to die,And I upon the floor will lieAnd think how bad I've been!" Alas for pious planning--It mattered not a whit!As far as gloom went in that room,The lamp might have been lit!My little Sorrow would not weep,My little Sin would go to sleep--To save my soul I could not keepMy graceless mind on it! So up I got in anger,And took a book I had,And put a ribbon on my hairTo please a passing lad,And, "One thing there's no getting by--I've been a wicked girl," said I;"But if I can't be sorry, why,I might as well be glad!"