"Susurrus" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... one made a natural back to part of the seat. The ground was warm, dry sand, strown with the fine dead leaves of past seasons, brown and aromatic. A light south wind woke the voices of every bough above, and the melancholy susurrus rose and fell in delicate cadences; while beyond the green meadow, Westbury River, a good-sized brook, babbled and danced as if there were no pine-tree laments in ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Vol. I, No. 1, Nov. 1857 • Various |
