The act of singing with closed lips
Emitting a murmuring sound; droning; murmuring; buzzing.
Noun
the act of singing with closed lips
Noun
a humming noise; "the hum of distant traffic"
p. pr. & vb. n.
of Hum
a.
Emitting a murmuring sound; droning; murmuring; buzzing.
n.
A sound like that made by bees; a low, murmuring sound; a
hum.
Humming
Humming
Emitting a murmuring sound; droning; murmuring; buzzing.
A sound like that made by bees; a low, murmuring sound; a hum.
Usage Examples
I still believe that capitalism is too harsh and I believe that, even within that, there is a lot of satisfaction and beauty if you happen to be one of the lucky ones, although that doesn't eradicate the reality of the suffering. It's all true at once, kind of humming and sublime.
My dad says I could sing before I could talk, if that's possible. I was always humming and things like that.
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Other Usage ExamplesI was influenced when I was younger by the cartoon movies that Disney put out, like Cinderella and what not. I watched those movies over and over when I was younger and the music is ingrained into my head. Nowadays, I'm still humming the tunes. It taught me the fundamentals.
There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres.
For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.