Through the long wood loud axes sound, And echo groans with every wound.

what loud shouts Re-echo through the groves!

The walls of Elizabeth's sepulcher continually echo with sighs of sympathy heaved at the grave of her rival.

Shores where the summer waves Have whispered low, Echo the skaters' song, As to and fro Glide flitting forms, And watch-fire's glow Leaps into frosty air And crimsons snow.

~With a Copy of Keats.~ Like listless lullabies of sail-swept seas Heard from still coves, and dulcet-soft as these, Such is the echo of his perfect song, It lives, it lingers long!

As we pause in our study, we may hear in the twentieth-century song of Alfred Noyes, the echo of the music from the loom of the Infinite Weaver: "Under the breath of laughter, deep in the tide of tears, I hear the loom of the Weaver that weaves the Web of Years.

And everywhere the Statues of Memory, and the Tablets of Memory; and the whole of that Great Underground Country full of an echo of Eternity and of Memory and Love and Greatness; so that to walk alone in that Land was to grow back to the wonder and mystery of Childhood; and presently to go upwards again to the Cities of the Mighty Pyramid, purified and sweetened of soul and mind.

And the man-soul within would be drawn mightily to those places where the Great Ones of the past Eternity of the World had their Memory named; but there was that within me which ever drew me, in the ending, to the Hills of the Babes; those little hills where might be heard amid the lonesomeness of an utter quiet, a strange and wondrous echo, as of a little child calling over the hills.

There was, however, nothing to the point at that hour (about five P.M.) in 'The Evening News,' the 'Globe,' the 'Echo,' the 'Star,' the 'Sun,' the three 'Gazettes.'

I. "Sweet ECHO! sleeps thy vocal shell, "Where this high arch o'erhangs the dell; "While Tweed with sun-reflecting streams "Chequers thy rocks with dancing beams? [Ovena.

O'er the warm wave a smiling youth presides, 190 Attunes its murmurs, its meanders guides, (The blooming FUCUS), in her sparry coves To amorous Echo sings his secret loves, Bathes his fair forehead in the misty stream, And with sweet breath perfumes the rising steam.

YET KNOW THAT EVEN AMID THIS JARRING NOISE OF HATES, LOVES, CREEDS, TOGETHER HEAPED AND HURLED, SOME ECHO FAINT OF GRACE AND GRANDEUR STIRS FROM THY SWEET HELLAS, HOME OF NOBLE

Those who venture to speak are such as are entirely incapable of forming any opinions or any judgment of their own, being merely the echo of others' opinions; and, nevertheless, they defend them with all the greater zeal and intolerance.

I had almost despaired of seeing him again, when, one night, about eleven o'clock, my ears caught the echo among the rocks, and then the distant roarnearernearernearer; andoh, joy!answered.

All was dark within; but I was young and fearless; and, as I peered into an unbroken forest that reared itself on the borders of the stream, I laughed with very joyousness; my wild hurrah rang through the silent woods, and I stood listening to the echo that reverberated again and again, until all was hushed.

This top bower of twigs and branches threw back the noise of the explosions of the motor cycle, and made an echo, above which it was almost impossible to make one's voice heard.

[Footnote 1: This conception of two distinct places in the other world to which all good words and all evil words go and echo eternally seems to be original with Becquer.]

eco, m., echo. echado, -a, adj.

The same sad spirit breathes also through the following passages: "Soon, very soon, thou wilt be ashes, or a skeleton, and either a name, or not even a name; but name is sound and echo.

In tones of affection we here would speak; To waken an echo of love we seek; We mingle our tears for the early dead, To the land of spirits before us fled.

how the music swells from silver lute And golden-stringèd lyres and softest flute And harps and tinkling cymbals, measured drums, While a soft echo from the chamber comes.

There was more of living humanity in the fast fainting echo of Bosio's last words to her than in Gianluca's clear, sweet tones.

Yes, the cable was clearly an echo of Laura's lettermother and daughter had cooked it up to spoil her pleasure.

Echo answers, "where?"

Thus in the phrase: "This medley of glory and honor,"the value of the word medley can and must be changed; but a gesture is necessary, for speech is only a feeble echo of gesture.