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Phillis Wheatley

GRIM monarch! see, depriv'd of vital breath,

A young physician in the dust of death:

Dost thou go on incessant to destroy,

Our griefs to double, and lay waste our joy?

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verb

To try not to meet or communicate with (a person); to shun

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Fire and Ice

9 lines
Robert Frost·1874–1963
ome say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
 
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.