"Murmur" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... road, through ruts and over rocks and stumps of trees, must have been beyond description, but not once during all that long night did I hear a groan or complaint from him. Once he asked for water, and as Orme and I stooped over him I heard him murmur as though to himself, "Who would have thought it?" and again, "Who would have thought it?" Then he drank the water mechanically and lay ...
— A Soldier of Virginia • Burton Egbert Stevenson
... the valley of Chamouni, on the right hand, where it first begins to rise among the pines, there descends a small stream from the foot of the granite peak known to the guides as the Aiguille Charmoz. It is concealed from the traveller by a thicket of alder, and its murmur is hardly heard, for it is one of the weakest streams of the valley. But it is a constant stream, fed by a permanent, though small, glacier; and continuing to flow even to the close of summer, when more copious torrents, depending only ...
— Frondes Agrestes - Readings in 'Modern Painters' • John Ruskin
... their winter wanderings; the leaves hung motionless on the tall trees, and nature seemed resting from her ceaseless labors, and listening to the soft music of the little stream which sung a cheerful song as it rambled on over the roots and fallen branches that blocked its way. Soon a distant murmur arose, and we had not proceeded far before as many sounds as were heard at Babel made a strange concert about our ears. The lowing of the ox, the neighing of the horse, and the deep braying of another animal, mingled with a thousand human voices, came through the woods. ...
— Among the Pines - or, South in Secession Time • James R. Gilmore
... softer science - laughing Love his pinions dips, Hush'd to hear fantastic whispers murmur'd from a pedant's lips. Oh, believe it, throbbing pulses flutter under folds of starch, And the Dons are human-hearted if the ...
— The Adventures of Mr. Verdant Green • Cuthbert Bede
... proceeded through the crowd, but now an indistinct murmur followed him, and the shouting grew louder as his ...
— Mother • Maxim Gorky
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