Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocott’s Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.


With murmurs of soft rills and whispering trees.
Garth.—The Dispensary, Canto I. Line 84.

As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure. But there’s no love lost between us.
Goldsmith.—She Stoops to Conquer, Act IV. (Tony Lumpkin to Mrs. Hardcastle.)