No More Learning

Poland was like a garden where none of the fruit-
trees had ever been pruned, whose hundred branches,
unable to submit to the curtailment of a single privilege,
had passed beyond all control ; their exuberant growth
would ever and again produce splendid attitudes and
lines, effects of colour or of shape the more startlingly
picturesque because unorthodox and unprecedented,
which, however, not only           and devitalized
the rest of the flora, and reduced the gardener to ridicule
and despair, but excited the prejudice and brought
about the officious interference of the neighbours.