• Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • Drift-weed gulf-weed: tangle
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
See Drive.


In literature:

Her rigging was rough with the clotted drift that drives in a Northern breeze, Her sides were clogged with the lazy weed that spawns in the Eastern seas.
"Verses 1889-1896" by Rudyard Kipling
Her rigging was rough with the clotted drift that drives in a Northern breeze, Her sides were clogged with the lazy weed that spawns in the Eastern seas.
"Departmental Ditties and Barrack Room Ballads" by Rudyard Kipling
Bits of flotsam mottled the blue expanse, but it really appeared as if the saving drift weed were thinning to nothing.
"The Cruise of the Dry Dock" by T. S. Stribling
The tide came, in the person of Mr. Smithson, and parted these two weeds that were drifting towards the great mysterious ocean of fate.
"Phantom Fortune, A Novel" by M. E. Braddon
And so to-day I will stand for a little and watch the slow smoke drifting heavenwards from the dry weeds of my soul.
"The Silent Isle" by Arthur Christopher Benson
He is no drift weed on the ocean of life.
"The Pirates Own Book" by Charles Ellms
Mentally, morally, she felt herself sway until preconceived ideas drifted to and fro, weeds upon a tide.
"Max" by Katherine Cecil Thurston
Currents of ocean throw upon this beach pieces of sea-weed and drifting marine substances of various kinds.
"The Cannibal Islands" by R.M. Ballantyne
They now began to observe patches of weeds drifting from the west, which increased in size as they advanced.
"Notable Voyagers" by W.H.G. Kingston and Henry Frith
Yet there it remained, right in our course, on a floor of malachite which had stains of orange drift-weed.
"Waiting for Daylight" by Henry Major Tomlinson

In poetry:

A reed within some river-bed
That grew, with drifting weeds afloat,
A reed by rude hands fashioned
To pipe one slender note,—
"At The Hill’s Base" by Ina Donna Coolbrith
But the grains of corn went drifting down
Like devil-scattered seed,
To sow the harbor of the town
With a wicked growth of weed.
"The Proud Lady" by Henry Van Dyke
How still again! no water stirs;
No wind is heard; although the weeds
Are waved a little; and from silk-filled burrs
Drift by a few soft seeds.
"The Willow Bottom" by Madison Julius Cawein
Takes Nature thought for such as we,
What place her human atom fills,
The weed-drift of her careless sea,
The mist on her unheeding hills?
What reeks she of our helpless wills?
"Revelation" by John Greenleaf Whittier
One moonlit night a ship drove in,
A ghost ship from the west,
Drifting with bare mast and lone tiller,
Like a mermaid drest
In long green weed and barnacles:
She beached and came to rest.
"The "Alice Jean"" by Robert Graves
Rare odors of the weed and fern,
Dry whisp'rings of dim leaves that turn,
A sound of hidden waters lone
Frothed bubbling down the streaming stone,
And now a wood-dove's plaintive moan
Drift from the bushy burne.
"A Lament" by Madison Julius Cawein

In news:

Bob drifts along with tumblin' tumble weed by Bob Karolevitz "How come you've never written a column about tumbleweeds".
Try drifting mud flats or weed lines with either wigglers or minnows, and don't overlook shallow water.