Hark! how the gentle echo from her cell
Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring o'er the stream,
Repeats the accent — we shall part no more.


Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical (1917)

Mark Akenside Quotes

Hark! how the gentle echo from her cell Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring o'er the stream, Repeats the accent — we shall part no more.

Hark! how the gentle echo from her cell Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring o'er the stream, Repeats the accent — we shall part no more.

Hark! how the gentle echo from her cell Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring o'er the stream, Repeats the accent — we shall part no more.

Hark! how the gentle echo from her cell Talks through the cliffs, and murmuring o'er the stream, Repeats the accent — we shall part no more.