<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Echo - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://www.maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.  Blow, bugle, blow, set the ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13306]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13306</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[What would it profit thee to be the first Of echoes, tho thy tongue should live forever,  A thing ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13307]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13307</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Like--but oh! how different! ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13308]]></link><description><![CDATA[Like--but oh! how different!]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13308</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13309]]></link><description><![CDATA[The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13309</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Let echo, too, perform her part, Prolonging every note with art;  And in a low expiring strain,   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13290]]></link><description><![CDATA[Let echo, too, perform her part, Prolonging every note with art;  And in a low expiring strain,   Play all the comfort o'er again.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13290</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hark! to the hurried question of Despair "Where is my child?"--An echo answers--  "Where?" ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13291]]></link><description><![CDATA[Hark! to the hurried question of Despair "Where is my child?"--An echo answers--  "Where?"]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13291</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.   - Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter), ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13292]]></link><description><![CDATA[Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.   - Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter),]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13292</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far, The voice divine of human loyalty. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13293]]></link><description><![CDATA[Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far, The voice divine of human loyalty.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13293</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Echo waits with art and care And will the faults of song repair. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13294]]></link><description><![CDATA[Echo waits with art and care And will the faults of song repair.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13294</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance. . . . .  And, when the echoes had ceased, like ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13295]]></link><description><![CDATA[Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance. . . . .  And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13295</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell,  By slow Meander's margent green,   And ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13296]]></link><description><![CDATA[Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell,  By slow Meander's margent green,   And in the violet-embroidered vale.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13296</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night,  When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13297]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13297</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[And more than echoes talk along the walls. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13298]]></link><description><![CDATA[And more than echoes talk along the walls.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13298</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my youth, where are they?"--and an echo ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13299]]></link><description><![CDATA[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?"]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13299</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[But her voice is still living immortal, The same you have frequently heard,  In your rambles in valleys and ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13300]]></link><description><![CDATA[But her voice is still living immortal, The same you have frequently heard,  In your rambles in valleys and forests,   Repeating your ultimate word.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13300</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[The birds chaunt melody on every bush, The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,  The green leaves quiver ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13301]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13301</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains, And feeds her grief. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13302]]></link><description><![CDATA[Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains, And feeds her grief.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13302</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Never sleeping, still awake, Pleasing most when most I speak;  The delight of old and young,   Though ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13303]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13303</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[I heard . . . . . . the great echo flap  And buffet round the hills from bluff ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13304]]></link><description><![CDATA[I heard . . . . . . the great echo flap  And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13304</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,  And thunder'd up into Heaven. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13305]]></link><description><![CDATA[And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,  And thunder'd up into Heaven.]]></description><guid>http://www.maxioms.com/maxiom/13305</guid></item></channel></rss>