from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- A river, about 64 km (40 mi) long, of southeast England emptying into the North Sea in two channels enclosing the Isle of Thanet.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. A battle or tumult; encounter; combat; disturbance; passion.
- adj. Tall; strong; stern.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- See stoor.
- n. See stoor.
- n. Tumult; conflict; a warlike encounter; shock of arms; battle.
- n. A fit; a paroxysm.
- n. Encounter; time or place of meeting.
- n. A stake.
- n. A round of a ladder.
- n. A stave in the side of a wagon.
- n. A long pole by which barges are propelled against the stream. Also called poy.
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Leaving Shaftesbury, we crossed over one section of the Blackmoor Vale, or what we might describe as the Stour country, for there were many place-names in which the word Stour occurred.
I walked past some hawthorn trees, through a car park, over a fence, and there was the River Stour.
Earlier I had made plans to go down the River Stour from Canterbury to Ramsgate with the other patients, and there, on a little offshore ridge I knew, I would make a bigger boat and sail to London.
She lives in London and the Stour Valley, Essex, England.
There will be further performances in Bury St Edmonds and London, and then at the Stour festival in June.
Stour Valley Arts Gallery, to 16 JulSkye SherwinLeo Fitzmaurice collects the posters, flyers and packaging that so ubiquitously plague our consumer environment and transforms them into sculptural amazements.
Otters, now found in every county in England, now play on the banks of the Stour in Worcestershire, which was once famous not for its wildlife but for the coloured dyes that flowed into it from local carpet factories.
A deli selling local produce, A Taste of the Country, in a small market town near me (Shipston on Stour,) battling with all the usual recession-related stuff, plus losing customers to the supermarkets, now finds their whole street closed for roadworks.
I drive south across the county to the valley of the Stour on the borders of Essex where my friend Ronald Blythe lives in the old farmhouse he inherited from his friends John and Christine Nash.
At Stour Wood on the Wrabness shore of the Stour Estuary, an old chestnut and oak wood, Joe said he and others had captured 260 species in a single night in June.