Iterative Dialectic Engine for Automated Learning
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Baffled and beaten back she works on still, | ||
Weary and sick of soul she works the more, | ||
Sustained by her indomitable will: | ||
The hands shall fashion and the brain shall pore | ||
And all her sorrow shall be turned to labour, | ||
Till death the friend-foe piercing with his sabre | ||
That mighty heart of hearts ends bitter war. | ||
James Thompson, The City of Dreadful Night |
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