from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English

  • adj. Delirious; senselessly extravagant.

from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • Crazy; ecstatic; senselessly extravagant; delirious; distracted. Also gite.
  • n. A child: generally in contempt.
  • n. A first year's pupil in the High School of Edinburgh.


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  • Our schooldays had just overlapped; he was a "gyte"

    The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 1 (of 25)

  • Inne gyte of fyre oure hallie churche dheie dyghtes;

    The Rowley Poems

  • "But that needna 'prevent me tellin' ye that the puir man's awa 'clean gyte."

    Doom Castle

  • -- Sister Tobias, she showed 'im to the gyte, an' 'e says to' er as wot 'e's goin' to 'ave the flagstaff rigged up in the gardin fust thing to-morrow mornin', an '' e'll undertake that the workin'-party detached for the purpose will know 'ow to be'ayve theirselves respectful.

    The Dop Doctor

  • "I think Prestongrange is gane gyte," says the second.

    David Balfour, a sequel to Kidnapped.

  • Nevertheless after two or three goings back upon himself, and thoughts that "the maister must have gone gyte," Duncan set himself slowly in motion.

    Kirsteen: The Story of a Scotch Family Seventy Years Ago

  • Nicholas Airie's gyte -- I kenned her when she was dairy lass up at the


  • "When she came in," Janet went on, "her face was white and set, her eyes seeing nothing, and when Rab Burns sent up his name to her that night she said to the maid, 'Tell Mr. Burns that Miss Stair will not see him!' and sat by the window, staring into the starlight, where I found her at five the next morning with the fever upon her and her wits gone gyte."

    Nancy Stair A Novel

  • With the first warm day ye have your windows wide open; and next your beds are into a draught fit to blaw ye from between the sheets; and then ye're up in the morning, aff on a hoorse scouring the hills as tho 'ye were gyte; and at the end your valise's packed, the coach stopped, and ye aff amang the heathen, Gude alane kens wheer!

    Nancy Stair A Novel

  • There's nae soberer man than me in my ordnar; but when I hear the wind blaw in my lug, it's my belief that I gang gyte. '

    Merry Men


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