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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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The Voice

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
afe in the magic of my woodsI lay, and watched the dying light.Faint in the pale high solitudes,And washed with rain and veiled by night, Silver and blue and green were showing.And the dark woods grew darker still;And birds were hushed; and peace was growing;And quietness crept up the hill;