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Echo Quotes
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Let echo, too, perform her part,
Prolonging every note with art;
And in a low expiring strain,
Play all the comfort o'er again.
Author: Joseph Addison
Source: Ode for St. Cecelia's Day
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Hark! to the hurried question of Despair
"Where is my child?"--An echo answers--
"Where?"
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: The Bride of Abydos (canto II, st. 27)
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Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
- Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter),
Author: Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter)
Source: English Songs and Other Small Poems--The Sea in Calm (pt. III)
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Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far,
The voice divine of human loyalty.
Author: George Eliot (pseudonym of Mary Ann Evans Cross)
Source: The Spanish Gypsy (bk. IV, l. 149)
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Echo waits with art and care
And will the faults of song repair.
Author: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Source: May-day (l. 439)
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Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance.
. . . .
And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the
silence.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: Evangeline (pt. II, l. 56)
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Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within thy airy shell,
By slow Meander's margent green,
And in the violet-embroidered vale.
Author: John Milton
Source: Comus--Song
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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.
Author: Thomas Moore
Source: Echo
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And more than echoes talk along the walls.
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: Eloisa to Abelard (l. 306)
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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?"
Author: Samuel Rogers
Source: Pleasures of Memory (pt. I), quoted from an Arabic manuscript
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But her voice is still living immortal,
The same you have frequently heard,
In your rambles in valleys and forests,
Repeating your ultimate word.
Author: J.G. Saxe
Source: The Story of Echo
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The birds chaunt melody on every bush,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind,
And make a checkered shadow on the ground;
Under their sweet shade, Aaron, let us sit,
And whilst the babbling echo mocks the hounds,
Replying shrilly to the well-tuned horns,
As if a double hunt were heard at once,
Let us sit down and mark their yellowing noise;
And after conflict such as was supposed
The wand'ring prince and Dido once enjoyed,
When with a happy storm they were surprised,
And curtained with a counsel-keeping cave,
We may, each wreathed in the other's arms,
Our pastimes done, possess a golden slumber,
Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds
Be unto us as is a nurse's song
Of lullaby to bring her babe asleep.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Titus Andronicus (Tamora at II, iii)
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Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
And feeds her grief.
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Source: Adonais (st. 15)
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Never sleeping, still awake,
Pleasing most when most I speak;
The delight of old and young,
Though I speak without a tongue.
Nought but one thing can confound me,
Many voices joining round me,
Then I fret, and rave, and gabble,
Like the labourers of Babel.
Author: Jonathan Swift
Source: An Echo
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I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.
Author: Lord Alfred Tennyson
Source: Golden Year (l. 75)
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And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up into Heaven.
Author: Lord Alfred Tennyson
Source: Maud (pt. XXIII)
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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.
Author: Lord Alfred Tennyson
Source: Princess (IV, Bugle Song)
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What would it profit thee to be the first
Of echoes, tho thy tongue should live forever,
A thing that answers, but hath not a thought
As lasting but as senseless as a stone.
Author: Frederick Tennyson
Source: Isles of Greece--Apollo (l. 367)
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Like--but oh! how different!
Author: William Wordsworth
Source: Yes, it Was the Mountain Echo
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The melancholy ghosts of dead renown,
Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
Author: Edward Young
Source: Night Thoughts (night IX)
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