"How sweet the answer Echo makes To music at night, When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away, o'er lawns …"

"Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance. * * * * * * And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pai…"

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

"Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell, By slow Meander's margent green, And in the …"

"Let echo, too, perform her part, Prolonging every note with art; And in a low expiring strain, Play all the comfort o…"

"Hark! to the hurried question of Despair "Where is my child?"—An echo answers—"Where?""

"I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my youth, where are they?"—and an echo answered, "Where ar…"

"Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors."

"Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far, The voice divine of human loyalty."

"And more than echoes talk along the walls."