Come like shadows, so depart!

Come like shadows, so depart!

The worthy gentleman [Mr. Coombe], who has been snatched from us
at the moment of the election, and in read more

The worthy gentleman [Mr. Coombe], who has been snatched from us
at the moment of the election, and in the middle of the contest,
while his desires were as warm, and his hopes as eager as ours,
has feelingly told us, what shadows we are, and what shadows we
pursue.

And more than echoes talk along the walls.

And more than echoes talk along the walls.

What would it profit thee to be the first
Of echoes, tho thy tongue should live forever,
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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.

And the greater shadows fall from the lofty mountains.
[Lat., Majoresque cadunt altis de montibus umbrae.]

And the greater shadows fall from the lofty mountains.
[Lat., Majoresque cadunt altis de montibus umbrae.]

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

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

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

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

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
- Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter),

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
- Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter),

Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance.
. . . .
And, when the echoes had read more

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