There is the spook of an old vagabond who sleeps in dingles in phantom greenwoods.
There's bluebells blowing in the dingles, and cuckoo-buds no end.
Without admitting Dingles claim at all, we considered a settlement the easiest way.
The sun, though up and brisk already upon sea and foreland, had not found time to rout the shadows skulking in the dingles.
Variety and beauty ...