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And the greater shadows fall from the lofty mountains.
[Lat., Majoresque cadunt altis de montibus umbrae.]
And the greater shadows fall from the lofty mountains.
[Lat., Majoresque cadunt altis de montibus umbrae.]
I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills read more
I heard . . .
. . . the great echo flap
And buffet round the hills from bluff to bluff.
Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far,
The voice divine of human loyalty.
Mysterious haunts of echoes old and far,
The voice divine of human loyalty.
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can read more
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
Armed in proof and led by shallow Richmond.
But her voice is still living immortal,
The same you have frequently heard,
In your rambles in read more
But her voice is still living immortal,
The same you have frequently heard,
In your rambles in valleys and forests,
Repeating your ultimate word.
What would it profit thee to be the first
Of echoes, tho thy tongue should live forever,
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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.
Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
- Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter),
Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.
- Barry Cornwall (pseudonym of Bryan Waller Procter),
Follow a shadow, it still flies you,
Seem to fly, it will pursue:
So court a mistress, read more
Follow a shadow, it still flies you,
Seem to fly, it will pursue:
So court a mistress, she denies you;
Let her alone, she will court you.
Say are not women truly, then,
Styled but the shadows of us men?
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up read more
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up into Heaven.