Crossword-Solution: EILDON
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| EILDON | anagram | DOLINE, IDLEON, INDOLE, LEONID |
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| SCOTTISH mountain(s) | 37 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
A moving of the mind or soul; excitement of the feelings,
whether pleasing or painful; disturbance or agitation of mind caused by
a specific exciting cause and manifested by some sensible effect on the
body.
Hint 2 anagram
OIETMON
Hint 3 another clue
A FEELING OF GREAT ELATION
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Sentences with EILDON (5)
The date of the poem on the Fairy Queen, attributed to Thomas, is uncertain, the story itself is a variant of “Ogier the Dane.” The scene is Huntly Bank, under Eildon Hill, and was part of the lands acquired, at fantastic prices, by Sir Walter Scott.
Scott peopled for us the rivers and burnsides with his reivers; the Fairy Queen came out of Eildon Hill and haunted Carterhaugh; at Newark Tower we saw "the embattled portal arch"-- "Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft rolled back the tide of war,"-- just as, at Foulshiels, on Yarrow, we beheld the very roofless cottage whence Mungo Park went forth to trace the waters of the Niger, and at Oakwood the tower of the Wizard Michael Scott.
But nothing can be so good as what is old, and, as far as angling goes, is practically ruined, the alternate pool and stream of the Border waters, where The triple pride Of Eildon looks over Strathclyde, and the salmon cast murmurs hard by the Wizard's grave.
Upwards, always upwards, goes the road till you reach the crest, and watch far below the wide champaign, like a sea, broken by the shapes of hills, Windburg and Eildon, and Priesthaughswire, and "the rough skirts of stormy Ruberslaw," and Penchrise, and the twin Maidens, shaped like the breasts of Helen.
And then the sight of his last resting-place; the ruined abbey, so deeply embowered in trees that the three dim Eildon peaks are invisible; the birds singing in the thickets that clothe the ruined cloisters--all this made a parable, and brought before one with an intensity of mystery the wonder of it all.