Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, And as the portal opens to receive me, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts Tells of a nameless deed.
Quotes about murmurs (16 Quotes)
EDITOR, n. A person who combines the judicial functions of Minos, Rhadamanthus and Aeacus, but is placable with an obolus a severely virtuous censor, but so charitable withal that he tolerates the virtues of others and the vices of himself who flings about him the splintering lightning and sturdy thunders of admonition till he resembles a bunch of firecrackers petulantly uttering his mind at the tail of a dog then straightway murmurs a mild, melodious lay, soft as the cooing of a donkey intoning its prayer to the evening star. Master of mysteries and lord of law, high-pinnacled upon the throne of thought, his face suffused with the dim splendors of the Transfiguration, his legs intertwisted and his tongue a-cheek, the editor spills his will along the paper and cuts it off in lengths to suit. And at intervals from behind the veil of the temple is heard the voice of the foreman demanding three inches of wit and six lines of religious meditation, or bidding him turn off the wisdom and whack up some pathos.O, the Lord of Law on the Throne of Thought, A gilded impostor is he. Of shreds and patches his robes are wrought, His crown is brass, Himself an ass, And his power is fiddle-dee-dee. Prankily, crankily prating of naught, Silly old quilly old Monarch of Thought. Public opinion's camp-follower he, Thundering, blundering, plundering free. Affected, Ungracious, Suspected, Mendacious, Respected contemporaree --J.H. Bumbleshook
Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.
He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.
I got a heart murmur, ... All athletes have heart murmurs. They told me one time in college I wasn't going to be able to play. I still have it. My heart skips a beat sometimes. You get it checked out, they say, 'Hey, you have a heart murmur.'
The Inevitable I like the man who faces what he must, With step triumphant and a heart of cheer Who fights the daily battle without fear Sees his hopes fail, yet keeps unfaltering trust That God is God,that somehow true and just His plans work out for mortals not a tear Is shed when fortune, which the world holds dear, Falls from his grasp better, with love, a crust Than living in dishonor envies not, Nor loses faith in man but does his best, Nor ever murmurs at his humbler lot But with a smile and words of hope, gives zest To every toiler he alone is great Who by a life heroic conquers fate.
After the battle, many new ghosts cry, The solitary old man murmurs in his grief.
As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure. But there's no love lost between us.
And when life's sweet fable ends, Soul and body part like friends No quarrels, murmurs, no delay A kiss, a sigh, and so away.
During 65 years, I have walked the path of duty and discipline... And today, looking back at that long path of service, my soldier's heart stirs and murmurs from deep within: Thank you. Thank you, my homeland.
The past is only the present become invisible and mute; and because it is invisible and mute, its memorized glances and its murmurs are infinitely precious. We are tomorrow's past.
The wind began to moan in hollow murmurs, as the sun went down carrying glad day elsewhere and a train of dull clouds coming up against it, menaced thunder and lightning. Large drops of rain soon began to fall, and, as the storm clouds came sailing onward, others supplied the void they left behind and spread over all the sky. Then was heard the low rumbling of distant thunder, then the lightning quivered, and then the darkness of an hour seemed to have gathered in an instant.
The subconscious is ceaselessly murmuring, and it is by listening to these murmurs that one hears the truth.
Where'er you find the cooling western breeze', In the next line, it whispers through the trees'If crystal streams with pleasing murmurs creep', The reader's threatened, not in vain, with sleep'.
Kneeling in prayer, and not ashamed to pray, The tumult of the time disconsolate To inarticulate murmurs dies away, While the eternal ages watch and wait.