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Some articles on rivers, river:

Vefsnfjord
... Several large rivers run into the Vefsnfjord, including the Vefsna, Fusta, and Drevja ... All three of the rivers are traditionally excellent salmon fishing rivers, although they now have been infected with the salmon parasite Gyrodactylus salaris ...
Elías Piña Province - Rivers
... The main river is the Artibonite that, in some places, marks the Dominican-Haitian border ... Other rivers are Macasías, Tocino, Joca and Vallecito, all of them tributaries of the Artibonite ...
Nancy Cato - Literary Career
... Cato's most famous work is her trilogy, known as All the Rivers Run ... published as three separate volumes All the Rivers Run (1958), Time, Flow Softly (1959) and But Still the Stream (1962) ... It was made into a TV mini-series All the Rivers Run, which was broadcast in 1983 ...
Southern Company - Environmental Concerns - Palliative Measures
... Southern Company participates in Renew Our Rivers, a volunteer program to remove debris from rivers and other waterways throughout the Southeast, which ...
Kihoku, Ehime - Geography and Climate - Rivers
... There are numerous rivers running through the area, the largest of which is the Hiromi River, which is a tributary of the Shimanto River, in Kōchi Prefecture ...

Famous quotes containing the word rivers:

    While the Republic has already acquired a history world-wide, America is still unsettled and unexplored. Like the English in New Holland, we live only on the shores of a continent even yet, and hardly know where the rivers come from which float our navy.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    Like an unseasonable stormy day,
    Which makes the silver rivers drown their shores,
    As if the world were all dissolved to tears,
    So high above his limits swells the rage
    Of Bolingbroke.
    William Shakespeare (1564–1616)

    Melancholy is at the bottom of everything, just as at the end of all rivers is the sea. Can it be otherwise in a world where nothing lasts, where all that we have loved or shall love must die? Is death, then, the secret of life? The gloom of an eternal mourning enwraps, more or less closely, every serious and thoughtful soul, as night enwraps the universe.
    Henri-Frédéric Amiel (1821–1881)