Echo

An echo are a reflection of sound, arriving at the listener some time after the direct sound. Typical examples are the echo produced by the bottom of a well, by a building, or by the walls of an enclosed room. A true echo is a single reflection of the sound source. The time delay is the extra distance divided by the speed of sound.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations

 * Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 215.


 * Let echo, too, perform her part, Prolonging every note with art; And in a low expiring strain, Play all the comfort o'er again.
 * Joseph Addison, Ode for St. Cecilia's Day.


 * Hark! to the hurried question of Despair "Where is my child?"—An echo answers—"Where?"
 * Lord Byron, Bride of Abydos (1813), Canto II, Stanza 27.


 * 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?"
 * From an Arabic manuscript. quoted by Rogers, Pleasures of Memory, Part I.


 * Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
 * Barry Cornwall, English Songs and Other Small Poems, The Sea in Calm, Part III.


 * Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far, The voice divine of human loyalty.
 * George Eliot, The Spanish Gypsy (1868), Book IV, line 149.


 * Echo waits with art and care And will the faults of song repair.
 * Ralph Waldo Emerson, May-day, line 439.


 * Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance.   *    *    *    *    *    * And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.
 * Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847), Part II, line 56.


 * Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell, By slow Meander's margent green,  And in the violet-embroidered vale.
 * John Milton, Comus (1637), Song.


 * 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.
 * Thomas Moore, Echo.


 * And more than echoes talk along the walls.
 * Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard (1717), line 306.


 * But her voice is still living immortal, The same you have frequently heard, In your rambles in valleys and forests,  Repeating your ultimate word.
 * John Godfrey Saxe, The Story of Echo.


 * The babbling echo mocks the hounds, Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns, As if a double hunt were heard at once.
 * William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus (c. 1584-1590), Act II, scene 3, line 17.


 * Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains, And feeds her grief.
 * Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais, Stanza 15.


 * 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.
 * Jonathan Swift, An Echo.


 * I heard *  *  * *  *  *  the great echo flap And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.
 * Alfred Tennyson, Golden Year, line 75.


 * And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood, And thunder'd up into Heaven.
 * Alfred Tennyson, Maud; A Monodrama (1855), Part XXIII.


 * 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.
 * Alfred Tennyson, The Princess (1847), IV, Bugle Song.


 * 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.
 * Frederick Tennyson, Isles of Greece, Apollo, line 367.


 * Like—but oh! how different!
 * William Wordsworth, Yes, it Was the Mountain Echo.


 * The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.
 * Edward Young, Night Thoughts (1742-1745), Night IX.