cloughs

I outside us and us it inside of I and out or hung tail slick as a pack of cards scuffing gushes over lush mist that skulk cloughs while swift streams skim speech from streets of the sea

Make This My Default Location (II) : Ange Mlinko : Harriet the Blog : The Poetry Foundation 2007

Then I showed Sparky's kids how to plot a compass course over the cloughs, back to Edale and the pub.

Some by Fire Pawson, Stuart 1999

His childish idealism, however, found little food in the squalid cottage in which he dragged out his semi-civilized existence; but among the hills he was at home, and there he roamed, to find in their fastnesses a region of romance, and in their gullies and cloughs the grottoes and falls that to him were a veritable fairy realm.

Lancashire Idylls (1898) Marshall Mather

Low-lying, angry clouds seethed round the summits of the distant hills, and mists, like shrouds, hung over the drear and leafless cloughs.

Lancashire Idylls (1898) Marshall Mather

At the corner of the village street the hoarse cough is heard, and around the hearth the children gather closely, no longer sporting amid the flowers, or peopling the cloughs with fairy homes.

Lancashire Idylls (1898) Marshall Mather

To the cloughs of the bat and the chasms of night,

The Poems of Henry Kendall With Biographical Note by Bertram Stevens Henry Kendall 1860

High above the green valley, on both sides, the moorlands stretched away in billowy wildernesses -- dark, bleak, and almost soundless, save where the wind harped his wild anthem upon the heathery waste, and where roaring streams filled the lonely cloughs with drowsy uproar.

Th' Barrel Organ Edwin Waugh 1853

Wild and lovely in the eyes of an admirer of nature were the hills and ‘cloughs’ among which I pursued my botanical studies for many a long, silent summer day.

A Stable for Nightmares or Weird Tales Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu 1843

Wild and fitful blasts sweeping down the hollows and cloughs of the fells of Golden Friars agitated the lake, and bent the trees low, and whirled away their sere leaves in melancholy drift in their tremendous gusts.

J. S. Le Fanu's Ghostly Tales, Volume 3 Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu 1843

‘cloughs’ common in the country; and tradition averred that the victim was thrown from this window by her murderer.

A Stable for Nightmares or Weird Tales Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu 1843