stour

• Neither the driving dust, nor the searching sleet, nor the sharp frozen snow-stour, give him the ophthalmia. —  Recreations of Christopher North, Volume 2
• I know not the name of the Saxon who ran upon him in the stour, but the king smote him so fiercely that he died. —  Arthurian Chronicles: Roman de Brut
• Until Peredur be taken we shall never draw off in honour from the stour, but must suffer yet greater loss than before. —  Arthurian Chronicles: Roman de Brut
• Then he made his way from the stour, the dead man uttering neither lamentation nor cry. —  Arthurian Chronicles: Roman de Brut
• It turnt the spait o' words a bit And loot yer fair name pass Thank ye for naething, John Munro My name it needna hide; It's no a drucken sough wud gar Me turn my heid aside O Elsie, lassie, be yersel The snaw-stour's driftin thrang! —  The poetical works of George MacDonald in two volumes — Volume 2

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