By those, that deepest feel, are ill exprest
The indistinctness of the suffering breast;
Where thousand thoughts begin to end in one,
Which seeks from all the refuge found in none;
No words suffice the secret soul to show.
And Truth denies all eloquence to Woe.

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824) English poet

The Corsair, Canto 3, st. 22, l. 1807ff (1814)
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