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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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PROMISE

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Paul Laurence Dunbar·1872–1906·modernist literature
grew a rose within a garden fair,And, tending it with more than loving care,I thought how, with the glory of its bloom,I should the darkness of my life illume;And, watching, ever smiled to see the lusty budDrink freely in the summer sun to tinct its blood. My rose began to open, and its hueWas sweet to me as to it sun and dew;I watched it taking on its ruddy flameUntil the day of perfect blooming came,Then hasted I with smiles to find it blushing red--Too late! Some thoughtless child had plucked my rose and fled!