Echo
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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.
Quotes
[edit]Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations
[edit]- 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.
