Echo

Let echo, too, perform her part,Play all the comfort o'er again.

— Echo

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

— Echo

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?"

— Echo

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.

— Echo

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

— Echo

Echo waits with art and careAnd will the faults of song repair.

— Echo

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

— Echo

Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen And in the violet-embroidered vale.

— Echo

How sweet the answer Echo makes Goes answering light.

— Echo

And more than echoes talk along the walls.

— Echo

But her voice is still living immortal, Repeating your ultimate word.

— Echo

The babbling echo mocks the hounds,As if a double hunt were heard at once.

— Echo

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

— Echo

Never sleeping, still awake,Like the labourers of Babel.

— Echo

I heard * * *And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.

— Echo

And a million horrible bellowing echoes brokeAnd thunder'd up into Heaven.

— Echo

Our echoes roll from soul to soul,And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

— Echo

What would it profit thee to be the firstAs lasting but as senseless as a stone.

— Echo

Like—but oh! how different!

— Echo

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

— Echo