Sea-moss

Definitions

  • Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • Sea-moss a kind of compound polyzoan: Irish moss, or carrageen
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Etymology

Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
A.S. ; Dut. zee, Ger. see, Ice. sær, Dan. .

Usage

In literature:

On these Uri laid a pair of long sea-bags, and over all spread several thicknesses of moss and blankets.
"The God of His Fathers" by Jack London
Tiny crystal wavelets lapped along the shingle, swaying the brilliant sea mosses which clung to the larger rocks.
"The Iron Trail" by Rex Beach
Beneath me stretched the great moss-swamp, so wide that I could not discern its borders, and grey as the sea in winter.
"Stella Fregelius" by H. Rider Haggard
DESSERTS WITH TAPIOCA, SAGO, MONICA, AND SEA MOSS.
"Science in the Kitchen." by Mrs. E. E. Kellogg
Sprinkle into it one level tablespoonful of sea-moss farina.
"Chocolate and Cocoa Recipes and Home Made Candy Recipes" by Miss Parloa
The sea always supplies him with fish, sea-moss, and other food.
"Northern California, Oregon, and the Sandwich Islands" by Charles Nordhoff
Well, there's sea moss.
"Mr. Dooley Says" by Finley Dunne
There, on beds of sea-moss, they lie, and the rainbow is dull beside them.
"Nautilus" by Laura E. Richards
Steller found some rude huts covered with sea-moss, but no human presence.
"Pioneers of the Pacific Coast" by Agnes C. Laut
Only four men were left to man the ship home, and they were reduced to a diet of sea moss and offal before reaching Ireland.
"The "Adventurers of England" on Hudson Bay" by Agnes C. (Agnes Christina) Laut
But for some green mould of sea-mosses here and there, they would have been like ivory.
"Toilers of the Sea" by Victor Hugo
They brushed off the sea moss and sea weeds and rubbed her until she awoke.
"Legends of Ma-ui--a demi god of Polynesia, and of his mother Hina" by W. D. Westervelt
Marsh Water and Sea plants and Mosses and Mushromes.
"The Old English Herbals" by Eleanour Sinclair Rohde
Soft are the moss-beds under the sea; We would live merrily, merrily.
"Golden Numbers" by Various
Some years ago delicate sea-mosses were in request.
"Nooks and Corners of the New England Coast" by Samuel Adams Drake
Pokahi wanted some sea-moss and some shell-fish, so she told the two men to go on while she secured these things to take to Kaholo.
"Legends of Gods and Ghosts (Hawaiian Mythology)" by W. D. (William Drake) Westervelt
Aquatic, with the aspect of sea-weeds or mosses, with minute naked flowers from a spathe-like involucre.
"The Manual of the Botany of the Northern United States" by Asa Gray
The sea weeds, or mosses, are in their glory.
"A Breeze from the Woods, 2nd Ed." by William Chauncey Bartlett
Of all the glorious creations of nature few are more beautiful than the delicate sea mosses to be found by the sea shore.
"Photographic Amusements, Ninth Edition" by Walter E. Woodbury and Frank R. Fraprie
With the feath'ry sea-mosses make me dressed!
"God Wills It!" by William Stearns Davis
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In poetry:

To seek the lost, to build the old waste places,
To link the hostile shores
Of severing seas, and sow with England's daisies
The moss of Finland's moors.
"In Remembrance Of Joseph Sturge" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Leaves of day and moss of dew,
Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,
Wings covering the world of light,
Boats charged with sky and sea,
Hunters of sound and sources of colour
"The Curve Of Your Eyes" by Paul Eluard
And as many feet away,
Landward, rise the moss-veiled trees;
And they wail, the while they sway
In the sad November breeze,
Echoes in the sighing sea
To me, near and mournfully.
"Sea Rest" by Abram Joseph Ryan
And beside me sleep the dead,
In the consecrated ground;
Blessed crosses o'er each head.
O'er them all the Requiem sound,
Chanted by the moaning sea,
Echoed by each moss-veiled tree.
"Sea Rest" by Abram Joseph Ryan
But the golden sands run out: occasions like these
Glide swift into shadow, like sails on the seas
While we sport with the mosses and pebbles ashore,
They lessen and fade, and we see them no more.
"The Quaker Alumni" by John Greenleaf Whittier
But it’s not the sea below it, nor the craggy crests above it,
Nor the bracken with the mosses soft between,
Nor the droopin' bells o' heather, nay, it’s not for these I love it,
That wanderin', that windin' "bohareen!"
"The “Bohareen”" by Clinton Scollard

In news:

Peat Moss May Save the Seas.
But they found her body, pinned against a rock in a secluded trout stream, her dark hair moving in the water like sea moss.
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