We entered one of the many little arms of the sea to reach the town of Moss.
"Visit to Iceland and the Scandinavian North" by Ida Pfeiffer
It was half filled with sea-moss and feathery algae.
"Drift from Two Shores" by Bret Harte
Sea moss made it as soft as down.
"The Iceberg Express" by David Magie Cory
Desire was seated upon a moss-covered rock, hugging her knees and gazing out to sea.
"The Window-Gazer" by Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
Underneath the moss-peat came two or three feet of silt with sea-shells in it.
"Anthropology" by Robert Marett
He ran about in the fields, and gradually forgot the sea, the moss, the pebbles, and mammy's lullaby.
"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 17, No. 101, March, 1866" by Various
Here is some sea-moss which I was taking to an old woman who lives a little further down the road.
"Flint" by Maud Wilder Goodwin
Sea-cave and moss-hag, wood-shelter and whin-bush, he knows every hidie-hole for forty mile.
"Patsy" by S. R. Crockett
Behind it was a curtain of sea-moss.
"Mizora: A Prophecy" by Mary E. Bradley
Steller found some rude huts covered with sea-moss, but no human presence.
"Pioneers of the Pacific Coast" by Agnes C. Laut
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
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
It was formed of such sticks as the country affords, sea-moss and other garbage, and weighed over fifteen pounds.
"Audubon and his Journals, Volume I (of 2)" by Maria R. Audubon
Aighe river below me, brown and clear, foaming through mossed stones to the sea.
"Mearing Stones" by Joseph Campbell
With the feath'ry sea-mosses make me dressed!
"God Wills It!" by William Stearns Davis
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