Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When grief is deepest, words are fewest.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
I feel like the writer observing the grief, but it is difficult to be detached from it.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
Words may show a man's wit but actions his meaning.
He who has provoked the lash of wit, cannot complain that he smarts from it.
Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.
To mourn is to wonder at the strangeness that grief is not written all over your face in bruised hieroglyphics. And it's also to feel, quite powerfully, that you're not allowed to descend into the deepest fathom of your grief - that to do so would be taboo somehow.
The fact is that a man who wants to act virtuously in every way necessarily comes to grief among so many who are not virtuous.
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