A polychromatic rug like some brilliant-flowered rectangular, tropical islet lay surrounded by a billowy sea of soiled matting.
"The Four Million" by O. Henry
And between pines and sea lay first a rusty mat of pine-needles, then a ribbon of purple stones, then a band of glittering sand.
"Angel Island" by Inez Haynes Gillmore
The Sea Mat (p.59) is often found on the shore.
"On the Seashore" by R. Cadwallader Smith
This last remark holds especially true of the zoophytes and the sea mats.
"Scientific American Supplement, No. 787, January 31, 1891" by Various
Laying my course by her, I began to beat slowly out into the marsh through the heavy sea of low, matted hay-grass.
"Roof and Meadow" by Dallas Lore Sharp
At sea, the ship tackling served him for a bed; on land, a mat, or the earth itself.
"The Works of John Dryden, Volume XVI. (of 18)" by John Dryden
The sea-water ran down from his matted hair and mingled with the tears that rushed over his brown cheeks.
"The Call of the Blood" by Robert Smythe Hichens
Theron's a big sea captain, and Zenas in Washington building up the Capitol, and I dare say Mat is thinking of being sent to Congress.
"A Little Girl in Old Boston" by Amanda Millie Douglas
Mat brought the letter to him, and the Caribbee went to sea instantly; but it was only to encounter The Starry Flag, lying in wait for her.
"Freaks of Fortune" by Oliver Optic
The sea-pinks turned brown, the sea-campion decayed to an untidy mat of faded leaves and flowers.
"Carnival" by Compton Mackenzie
Her head was thrown back against the cold, damp wall, her beautiful, long hair, matted by sea water, was all disheveled.
"By Right of Conquest" by Arthur Hornblow
A mat was spread for him on the sea shore, and he sat down upon it.
"Great Ralegh" by Hugh De Selincourt
All this time the hull is heaving in the trough of the sea, and the mat sail is thrashing itself to pieces.
"The Fijians" by Basil Thomson
The mat sails used for sea-work are spread by a bamboo sprit.
"West African studies" by Mary Henrietta Kingsley
From the Crystal Hills to the far southeast
The river Sagamores came to the feast;
And chiefs whose homes the sea-winds shook
Sat down on the mats of Pennacook.
"The Bridal of Pennacook" by John Greenleaf Whittier
The crocus-yellow ilima grows beside
His grave: 'tis where canoes once sailed
For Bolotua and the Southern Seas;
His house is overgrown that quiet house
That had an old man sleeping on its mats.
"Hawaii" by Padraic Colum
Nigh eighty years I've known him now. Since ever we were boys
Across the sea in Ireland, each other's cares and joys
We've shared as with their leaden step they strode across the mat;
The kindest heart that ever beat is stilled in Father Pat.
"Vale` - Father Pat" by John O Brien