There was a great hurry in the streets of people speeding away to get shelter before the storm broke; the wonderful corner for echoes
resounded with the echoes
of footsteps coming and going, yet not a footstep was there.
There reigns a heavy silence; gaunt weeds through windows pry, And down the streets of Liang old echoes
, wailing, die.
At that moment their fraternal bond of union was closer than ever, and when they parted, each to take the route agreed on, they turned back to utter affectionate expressions, which the echoes
of the Dunes repeated.
It is as if the echoes
of half a century were revived.
The blast of the trumpet sounded from the balcony of the Town House, and awoke the echoes
far and wide, as if to challenge all mankind to dispute King George's title.
Not one, but many echoes
had caught up the harsh and tuneless sound, untwisted its complicated threads, and found a thousand aerial harmonies in one stern trumpet tone.
But when the echoes
had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.
The hotel we live in belonged to one of those great orders of knights of the Cross in the times of the Crusades, and its mailed sentinels once kept watch and ward in its massive turrets and woke the echoes
of these halls and corridors with their iron heels.
The roar of it echoed through the mountains, and the echoes
seemed to cry savagely, "Where are they, where are they, where are they?
were at home, over the white river, as silver-clear and multitudinous as ever; and when they had ceased to answer the girls locked up Echo Lodge again and went away in the perfect half hour that follows the rose and saffron of a winter sunset.
He complimented Daylight on his prowess-"The echoes
of Ophir came down to us, you know.