Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.

Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.

Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more.

There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!

Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!

All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and dim.

Oh, the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire throne.

My romantically favorite era is 78, 79 listening to Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 4, the live tapes, echo chamber and break beats.

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.

Music is the harmonious voice of creation; an echo of the invisible world.

It seems that laughter needs an echo.

I take it for granted that you do not wish to hear an echo from the pulpit nor from the theological class-room.

The intention was to shoot short films that can exist as shorts independently, but when I put them all together, there are things that echo through them like the dialogue repeats; the situation is always the same, the way they're shot is very simple and the same.

Translation is at best an echo.

I will offer a choice, not an echo.

Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.

To me, there is nothing better than me going into the studio with a live band and hearing those violins and that echo and that sound. I mean I loved it.

This is Port of Spain to me, a city ideal in its commercial and human proportions, where a citizen is a walker and not a pedestrian, and this is how Athens may have been before it became a cultural echo.

When you're singing you can hear the echo of people in the audience singing every single word with you, and that was that big dream that I had for myself. It's happening.

And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.

Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

If you're in a forest, the quality of the echo is very strange because echoes back off so many surfaces of all those trees that you get this strange, itchy ricochet effect.

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.

Sublimity is the echo of great mind.

It is not so much the example of others we imitate as the reflection of ourselves in their eyes and the echo of ourselves in their words.

Ennui is the echo in us of time tearing itself apart.

The sports world is an echo chamber. All it takes is one quote from a general manager and a thousand sports columns bloom.

What passes for real debate in Washington often seems more like an echo chamber, with politicians talking at politicians.

Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

Fame is the echo of actions, resounding them to the world, save that the echo repeats only the last art, but fame relates all, and often more than all.

You arrive at a village, and in this calm environment, one starts to hear echo.

As individuals and as a nation, we now suffer from social narcissism. The beloved Echo of our ancestors, the virgin America, has been abandoned. We have fallen in love with our own image, with images of our making, which turn out to be images of ourselves.

An appeal to fear never finds an echo in German hearts.

We incorporate various electronic devices - the echo plugs and things like that. Actually, all we're trying to do is make that sound musical. As opposed to just making sounds, we do musical things with them.

Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.

Any effects created before 1975 were done with either tape or echo chambers or some kind of acoustic treatment. No magic black boxes!

I don't like to talk much with people who always agree with me. It is amusing to coquette with an echo for a little while, but one soon tires of it.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys. It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.

What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.

It is the folly of too many to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.