re-echo

In the 1950s, San Francisco poet Jack Spicer wrote that he considered a collection of poems to be a community meant to "echo and re-echo against each other."

Daily Serving » New Work: R.H. Quaytman at SFMOMA The Huffington Post News Team 2010

In the 1950s, San Francisco poet Jack Spicer wrote that he considered a collection of poems to be a community meant to "echo and re-echo against each other."

Daily Serving » New Work: R.H. Quaytman at SFMOMA The Huffington Post News Team 2010

O Pythian rock, with forests crowned, and haunts of the Muses on Helicon! make my city and her walls re-echo with cries of joy; where sprang the earth-born crop to view, a warrior-host with shields of brass, who are handing on their realm to children's children, a light divine to Thebes.

Heracles 2008

Scamander's banks re-echo long and loud the screams of captive maids, as they by lot receive their masters.

The Trojan Women 2008

I heard a sound of woe, a mournful wail, the voice of one crying aloud in her anguish; yea, such a cry of woe as Naiad nymph might send ringing o'er the hills, while to her cry the depths of rocky grots re-echo her screams at the violence of

Helen 2008

He heard from his prison the bridge re-echo with the tread of horses, and would ask of his jailer respecting those who were arriving, whether they might be his judges, or those desirous of witnessing his punishment.

Anne of Geierstein 2008

I heard a sound of woe, a mournful wail, the voice of one crying aloud in her anguish; yea, such a cry of woe as Naiad nymph might send ringing o'er the hills, while to her cry the depths of rocky grots re-echo her screams at the violence of

Helen 2008

Scamander's banks re-echo long and loud the screams of captive maids, as they by lot receive their masters.

The Trojan Women 2008

My house is pure, for Menelaus did not die here; go some one now and bid my vassal chiefs bring marriage-offerings to my palace; for the whole earth must re-echo in glad accord the hymn of my wedding with Helen, to make men envious.

Helen 2008

O Pythian rock, with forests crowned, and haunts of the Muses on Helicon! make my city and her walls re-echo with cries of joy; where sprang the earth-born crop to view, a warrior-host with shields of brass, who are handing on their realm to children's children, a light divine to Thebes.

Heracles 2008