sea moss

si mɔs

WordNet

(n) sea moss
any of various red algae having graceful rose to purple fronds (e.g. dulse or carrageen)
(n) sea moss
sessile aquatic animal forming mossy colonies of small polyps each having a curved or circular ridge bearing tentacles; attach to stones or seaweed and reproduce by budding

Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary

Sea moss
(Zoöl) Any branched marine bryozoan resembling moss.

Usage in the news

Peat Moss May Save the Seas. chemicalprocessing.com

But they found her body, pinned against a rock in a secluded trout stream, her dark hair moving in the water like sea moss. jsonline.com

Usage in literature

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

Usage 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