As soon as I mentioned the Lungtevere Mellini, that rather aristocratic street, which runs parallel with the tiber on the outskirts of Rome, His Highness started, his face blanched instantly, and he bit his thin lip.
"The Secrets of Potsdam"
William Le Queux
"Our trans-tiber evenings," Paul termed these adventures.
"The Orchard of Tears"
Sax Rohmer
With this enormous amount of riches lying perdue, and being constantly added to, myriads who look upon the Pope as their spiritual father actually starve on the banks of the tiber, at his very gates.
"The Story of Malta"
Maturin M. Ballou