You May Also Like / View all maxioms
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.
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, read more
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.
Never sleeping, still awake,
Pleasing most when most I speak;
The delight of old and young,
read more
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.
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),
I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my
youth, where are they?"--and an read more
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?"
But her voice is still living immortal,
The same you have frequently heard,
In your rambles in read more
But her voice is still living immortal,
The same you have frequently heard,
In your rambles in valleys and forests,
Repeating your ultimate word.
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,
read more
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.