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Echo

reflection of sound that arrives at the listener with a delay after the direct sound
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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.

QuotesEdit

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical QuotationsEdit

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.
  • 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.
  • Echo waits with art and care
    And will the faults of song repair.
  • Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance.
    * * * * * *
    And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.
  • Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
    Within thy airy shell,
    By slow Meander's margent green,
    And in the violet-embroidered vale.
  • 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.
  • And more than echoes talk along the walls.
  • But her voice is still living immortal,
    The same you have frequently heard,
    In your rambles in valleys and forests,
    Repeating your ultimate word.
  • The babbling echo mocks the hounds,
    Replying shrilly to the well-tun'd horns,
    As if a double hunt were heard at once.
  • Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
    And feeds her grief.
  • 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.
  • I heard * * *
    * * * the great echo flap
    And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.
  • And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
    From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
    And thunder'd up into Heaven.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • The melancholy ghosts of dead renown,
    Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.

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