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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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The Red Wheelbarrow

8 lines
o much depends
 
upon
 
a red wheel
 
barrow
 
glazed with rain
 
water
 
beside the white
 
chickens