C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.


The babbling gossip of the air.


That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.


The old echoes are long in dying.

Charles H. Parkhurst.

  • Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
  • And feeds her grief.
  • Shelley.

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

    The invisible and loquacious maiden of the mountain passes.

    Horace Smith.

    And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.


    The Jews of old called an echo “the daughter of the voice.”


    The shadow of a sound,—a voice without a mouth, and words without a tongue.

    Paul Chatfield.

  • I heard***
  • ***the great echo flap
  • And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.
  • Tennyson.

  • So plain is the distinction of our words,
  • That many have supposed it a spirit
  • That answers.
  • Webster.

  • Let echo, too, perform her part,
  • Prolonging every note with art;
  • And in a low expiring strain,
  • Play all the comfort o’er again.
  • Addison.

  • And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
  • From the red-ribb’d hollow behind the wood,
  • And thunder’d up into heaven.
  • Tennyson.

  • Hark! how the gentle echo from her cell
  • Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring o’er the stream,
  • Repeats the accent—we shall part no more.
  • Akenside.

  • Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv’st unseen
  • Within thy airy shell,
  • By slow Meander’s margent green,
  • And in the violet-embroidered vale.
  • Milton.

  • O love, they die, in yon rich sky,
  • They faint on hill or field or river:
  • Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
  • And grow forever and forever.
  • Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
  • And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
  • Tennyson.

  • 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.
  • Moore.

    Where we find echoes, we generally find emptiness and hollowness; it is the contrary with the echoes of the heart.

    J. F. Boyes.