Echo

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

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

“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?"”

“Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.”

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

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

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

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

“How sweet the answer Echo makes Goes answering light.”

“And more than echoes talk along the walls.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like—but oh! how different!”

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