Part of the trade of Solomon and the Tyrians was probably to their coast.
"History Of Egypt From 330 B.C. To The Present Time, Volume 11 (of 12)" by S. Rappoport
She has put on her Tyrian robes, and all her ornaments.
"The House of Rimmon" by Henry Van Dyke
Let Tyrian Dido bear A Phrygian's yoke, and Tyrians be her dower.
"The Aeneid of Virgil" by Virgil
People answer you that the Tyrians had brought it into Spain, the Spaniards into Gaul, the Gauls into Germany.
"Voltaire's Philosophical Dictionary" by Voltaire
Both the Tyrians and Sidonians were undoubtedly a mixed race, and preserved the memory of Ham, and Chus, equally with that of Canaan.
"A New System; or, an Analysis of Antient Mythology. Volume II. (of VI.)" by Jacob Bryant
They were nearing the mountains again, and both raised their eyes to the peaks deeply shadowed in Tyrian purple.
"Wayside Courtships" by Hamlin Garland
What azures, and emeralds, and Tyrians scarlets can be got into fibers of thread.
"On the Old Road, Vol. 2 (of 2)" by John Ruskin
The boughs produce a coolness, the moist ground flowers of Tyrian hue.
"The Metamorphoses of Ovid" by Publius Ovidius Naso
It is possible that Tyrian archers were cantoned there.
"The Oriental Religions in Roman Paganism" by Franz Cumont
A little farther on, the Tyrian traders, to whom the cargo of our galley is consigned, have their shop.
"Peeps at Many Lands: Ancient Egypt" by James Baikie
Or that young god, the Tyrian, who was more
amorous than the dove
Of Ashtaroth? or did you love the god of the
"The Sphinx" by Oscar Wilde
That Tyrian maids with flower and song
Danced through the hill grove's spaces,
And hoary-bearded Druids found
In woods their holy places?
"The Wood Giant" by John Greenleaf Whittier
No hoard of silver I possessed,
No purple brought from Tyrian mart,
So, as love's guerdon, from my breast
With fevered hand I tore the heart.
"The Sphinx" by George Sylvester Viereck
"As heaven's high twins, whereof in Tyrian blue
The one revolveth: through his course immense
Might love his fellow of the damask hue,
For like, and difference.
"Honours -- Part I" by Jean Ingelow
Bask not in courtly bower,
Or sun-bright hall of power,
Pass Babel quick, and seek the holy land -
From robes of Tyrian dye
Turn with undazzled eye
To Bethlehem's glade, or Carmel's haunted strand.
"Third Sunday In Advent" by John Keble
Praise his heart filled,
More than four hundred years had fled,
Since from stern Egypt marched the bands,
Whose sons, with Solomon at their head,
And Tyrian brethern's skilful hands,
Prepare to build.
"Adoniram." by Harriet Annie Wilkins