Aside from the infrequent sound of a passing car on the avenue, only the murmur of unseen waves lapping at the sand broke the stillness.
I heard a voice murmur in my ear.
They excited no controversy, and were comparatively little talked about - so little, indeed, as to have extorted from him a half murmur about " coldness and prejudice."
During the Revolution he received yet more help; men were proud to labour for him, and did not murmur because he absorbed all the credit and fame.
The gymnasium, however, was deserted; the nobles of Styria began to murmur at subsidizing a teacher without pupils; and he found it prudent to look elsewhere for employment.
At first he moved so slowly that many of the impatient, would-be reformers began to murmur at the unnecessary delay.
As weeks elapsed without action on the part of the royal widow, while the cry of blood was up throughout the country, raising echoes from England and abroad, the murmur of accusation began to rise against her also.
He bore popular abuse and misrepresentation without the slightest murmur or sourness of temper.
The sleeping mother rests undisturbed by the various noises of the house and street, but wakes at a slight murmur from her child.
The murmur of the sea won for the cave a Gaelic name meaning " the Cave of Music."
"And listening to the murmur of the River Charles," I suggested.
I do wish you could see the view of the beautiful lake from our piazza, the islands looking like little emerald peaks in the golden sunlight, and the canoes flitting here and there, like autumn leaves in the gentle breeze, and breathe in the peculiarly delicious fragrance of the woods, which comes like a murmur from an unknown clime.
We made that small house ring with boisterous mirth and resound with the murmur of much sober talk, making amends then to Walden vale for the long silences.
A murmur of approbation and satisfaction ran through the crowd.
The soft whispering voice continued its rhythmic murmur, something oppressed him and stretched out, and the strange face was before him.
The art of his reading was supposed to lie in rolling out the words, quite independently of their meaning, in a loud and singsong voice alternating between a despairing wail and a tender murmur, so that the wail fell quite at random on one word and the murmur on another.