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Mur\"mur (?), n. [F. murmure: cf. L. murmur. CF. [Murmur], v. i.]

1.

A low, confused, and indistinct sound, like that of running water.

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2.

A complaint half suppressed, or uttered in a low, muttering voice.

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Chaucer.\n\n

Some discontents there are, some idle murmurs.\nDryden.
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© [Webster 1913].\n

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Mur\"mur, v. i. [imp. & p. p. [Murmured] (?); p. pr. & vb. n. [Murmuring].] [F. murmurer, L. murmurare, murmurari, fr. murmur murmur; cf. Gr. to roar and boil, said of water, Skr. marmara a rustling sound; prob. of imitative origin.]

1.

To make a low continued noise, like the hum of bees, a stream of water, distant waves, or the wind in a forest.

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They murmured as doth a swarm of bees.\nChaucer.
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2.

To utter complaints in a low, half-articulated voice; to feel or express dissatisfaction or discontent; to grumble; -- often with at or against.

\"His disciples murmured at it.\"\n\n

John vi. 61.\n\n

And all the children of Israel murmured against Moses and against Aaron.\nNum. xiv. 2.
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Neither murmur ye, as some of them also murmured.\n1 Cor. x. 10.
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© [Webster 1913].\n

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Mur\"mur, v. t.

To utter or give forth in low or indistinct words or sounds; as, to murmur tales.

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Shak.\n\n

The people murmured such things concerning him.\nJohn vii. 32.
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