Flood anchor


  • Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • Flood anchor (Naut) , the anchor by which a ship is held while the tide is rising.
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In literature:

But I fear unless the wind hardens down with the dawn we'll have to bring up to an anchor when the flood makes.
"The Lost Continent" by C. J. Cutcliffe Hyne
After we departed from the port of these Ciawani we passed up the river with the flood and anchored the ebb, and in this sort we went onward.
"The Discovery of Guiana" by Sir Walter Raleigh
The tide was making flood, and the fishing-boats anchored in the inlet were pointing seaward.
"The Tides of Barnegat" by F. Hopkinson Smith
Pinckney, ran up to the wharf with the flood-tide, let go her anchor, and commenced warping into the dock.
"Manuel Pereira" by F. C. Adams
There was, however, no occasion to anchor, for the wind was strong enough to take them against the flood.
"By England's Aid" by G. A. Henty
By 10 A.M. flood having made in we were obliged to come to with our wooden anchor which I had the satisfaction to see held on.
"The Logbooks of the Lady Nelson" by Ida Lee
At 3 a.m. weigh'd with the first of the Ebb and keept plying until the flood obliged us to anchor again.
"Captain Cook's Journal During the First Voyage Round the World" by James Cook
The next day we took advantage of the flood-tide and before high water anchored where the depth at low water was three fathoms.
"Narrative of a Survey of the Intertropical and Western Coasts of Australia" by Phillip Parker King
Soon after one o'clock the brig was anchored at about half a mile off the sandy beach in Hanover Bay, in eight fathoms (half flood) muddy bottom.
"Narrative of a Survey of the Intertropical and Western Coasts of Australia] [Volume 2 of 2]" by Phillip Parker King
Next afternoon, they steered westward, with the flood tide; and again anchored in 3 fathoms, sand and gravel.
"A Voyage to Terra Australis" by Matthew Flinders

In poetry:

At anchor, awaitin' flood-tide
I hear furrin cattle moan,
If only I heard thee blarin’,
Lile bonny calf of my own.
"T' Calf" by Dorothy Una Ratcliffe
"Come! ere the early rising moon's
Gold floods the violet valleys;
Where mists, like phantom picaroons
Anchor their stealthy galleys.
"One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part I" by Madison Julius Cawein
They are gone, friend and foe,--anchored fast at the pier,
Whence no vessel brings back its pale passengers here;
But our wharf, like a lily, still floats on the flood,
Its breast in the sunshine, its roots in the mud.
"For The Centennial Dinner" by Oliver Wendell Holmes