What is "ghyll"

Usage examples of "ghyll".

It had sparkled among the icicles that hung in Styx Ghyll as he passed, and the ravine had been hard to cross.

He had come down the side of the ghyll, and had entered the house from behind.

Then they went up the ravine with the loud ghyll boiling into foam at one side of them.

Clive were on their way to the glen, their glen, where the brook known as the Miry Ghyll cascaded over a small falls into a shaded pool.

Miry Ghyll, fondly remembering Clive picking and giving her a wild rose, a rose she still had.

Clive who was standing on the far side of the Miry Ghyll gazing pensively into the pool, saw his image reflected in the pool, his riding boots, his bulky black caped greatcoat, his dark, uncovered hair.

The faint buzzing of a bee, the scurry of rabbits rustling through the bilberry and bracken, the occasional bleat of a stray sheep, the trilling of the birds, and that ever-present rush of water dropping over the edge of Dern Ghyll close by.

Snatching up my jacket, I struggled into it and began to run down past Dern Ghyll, making for the winding path which would lead me back to Kilgram Chase.

I was at Dungeon Ghyll, a little ravine among the English lakes, down which trickles an exceedingly small stream of water, but which is, nevertheless, very picturesque,--as I followed the old man who shows it for a sixpence, he asked if we had come a long way.

The season was not advanced enough--the rugged pathway by the Tongue Ghyll would be as slippery as glass--no pony could get up there in such weather.

Adelaide and her father turned aside into a dark ghyll, and followed a sheep-track to the further end, where the solitary cottage glimmered whitely.

In the eagerness of their expectation the clock ticked louder than ever, the cricket chirped with more jubilant activity, the wind whistled shriller, the ghylls rumbled longer, but no welcomer sound broke the stillness.

Mounted on the young horse, he galloped after the mare along the long range of the pikes, in and out of their deep cavernous alcoves, up and down their hillocks and hollows, over bowlders, over streams, across ghylls, through sinking sloughs and with a drizzling rain overhead.

It was a stretch of moorland above Kilgram Chase, under the shadows of the great Ragland Fell, up near Dern Ghyll.

Snatching up my jacket, I struggled into it and began to run down past Dern Ghyll, making for the winding path which would lead me back to Kilgram Chase.