The babbling gossip of the air. [ William Shakespeare ]
Let echo, too, perform her part,
Prolonging every note with art;
And in a low expiring strain,
Play all the comfort over again. [ Addison ]
The old echoes are long in dying. [ Charles H. Parkhurst ]
Echo waits with art and care
And will the faults of song repair. [ Emerson ]
What is glory? what is fame?
The echo of a long-lost name;
A breath, an idle hour's brief talk;
The shadow of an arrant naught;
A flower that blossoms for a day.
Dying next morrow;
A stream that hurries on its way.
Singing of sorrow. [ Motherwell ]
Blushes are the echo of sensibility. [ Mme. de Salm ]
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue. [ Edward Bulwer-Lytton ]
You cry, hem! where there is no echo. [ Proverb ]
That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo. [ Ovid ]
How sweet the answer Echo makes
To music at night.
When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,
And far away, over lawns and lakes,
Goes answering light. [ Moore ]
So plain is the distinction of our words,
That many have supposed it a spirit
That answers. [ Webster ]
Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
And feeds her grief. [ Shelley ]
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribbed hollow behind the wood.
And thundered up into heaven. [ Tennyson ]
Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror. [ Hawthorne ]
I heard the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff. [ Tennyson ]
O love, they die, in yon rich sky.
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul.
And grow forever and forever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. [ Tennyson ]
A journal should be neither an echo nor a pander. [ G. W. Curtis ]
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The fall of waters and the song of birds.
And hills that echo to the distant herds.
Are luxuries excelling all the glare
The world can boast, and her chief favorites share. [ Cowper ]
Hark! how the gentle echo from her cell
Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring over the stream.
Repeats the accent - we shall part no more. [ Akenside ]
The invisible and loquacious maiden of the mountain passes. [ Horace Smith ]
Better be a nettle in the side of your friend than his echo. [ Ralph Waldo Emerson ]
I would applaud thee to the very echo, that should applaud again. [ William Shakespeare ]
And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence. [ Longfellow ]
The shadow of a sound, - a voice without a mouth, and words without a tongue. [ Paul Chatfield ]
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a deal longer. [ Oliver Wendell Holmes ]
Too many individuals are like Shakespeare's definition of
echo, - babbling gossips of the air. [ H. W. Shaw ]
If you tell a woman she is beautiful, whisper it softly, for if the devil hears, he will echo it many times. [ F. A. Durivage ]
Where we find echoes, we generally find emptiness and hollowness; it is the contrary with, the echoes of the heart. [ J. F. Boyes ]
When the press is the echo of sages and reformers, it works well; when it is the echo of turbulent cynics, it merely feeds political excitement. [ Lamartine ]
O youth! ephemeral song, eternal canticle! The world may end, the heavens fall, yet loving voices would still find an echo in the ruins of the universe! [ Jules Janin ]
Fame is the echo of actions, resounding them to the world, save that the echo repeats only the last part; but fame relates all, and often more than all. [ Thomas Fuller ]
Music is the harmonious voice of creation, an echo of the invisible world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe is destined one day to sound. [ Mazzini ]
O God, how glorious it is to live! Renan asks,
O God, when will it be worth while to live? In Nature we echo the poet; in the world we echo the thinker. [ Ouida ]
For ages the world has been waiting and watching; millions, with broken hearts, have hovered around the yawning abyss; but no echo has come back from the engulfing gloom - silence, oblivion, covers all. If indeed they survive; if they went away whole and victorious, they give us no signals. We wait for years, but no messages come from the far-away shore to which they have gone. [ Bishop R. S. Foster ]