Echo Quotes

“Like—but oh! how different!”

“And more than echoes talk along the walls.”

“Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.”

“Echo waits with art and care
And will the faults of song repair.”

“Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
And feeds her grief.”

“echo”

“Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far,
The voice divine of human loyalty.”

“The melancholy ghosts of dead renown,
Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.”

“Hark! to the hurried question of Despair
"Where is my child?"—An echo answers—"Where?"”

“Echo (phenomenon)”

“I heard * * *
* * * the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.”

“The babbling echo mocks the hounds,
Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once.”

“And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up into Heaven.”

“I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my youth, where are they?"—and an echo answered, "Where are they?"”

“Let echo, too, perform her part,
Prolonging every note with art;
And in a low expiring strain,
Play all the comfort o'er again.”

“Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within thy airy shell,
By slow Meander's margent green,
And in the violet-embroidered vale.”

“But her voice is still living immortal,
The same you have frequently heard,
In your rambles in valleys and forests,
Repeating your ultimate word.”

“Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance.
* * * * * *
And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.”

“Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.”

“How sweet the answer Echo makes
To music at night,
When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,
And far away, o'er lawns and lakes,
Goes answering light.”