What is "briny"

Usage examples of "briny".

At the luncheon table of the Duvidney ladies, it was a pain to Dorothea and Virginia to witness how poor the appetite their Nesta brought in from the briny blowy walk.

Me, I pelong to der Wurtemberg redgimend, dot dey use to suppord der batterie von der Brince von Hohenlohe.

The water seeks out all the low places, and ramifies the interior, running away into lovely bays and lagoons, leaving slender tongues of land and picturesque islands, and bringing into the recesses of the land, to the remote country farms and settlements, the flavor of salt, and the fish and mollusks of the briny sea.

Troughs of briny water filled the lowest spots on the floor, but they had hours to explore before the tide resurged through this opening to fill it dangerously.

Camem-bert, chased it with some wine and then popped a kalamata olive into her mouth, the deep briny taste spreading over her tongue.

A North-sea pilot, Hildebrand yclept, A sturdy and a briny, once men knew.

Far out, and where the riot waves Run mingling in tumultuous throngs, She danced above a thousand graves, And heard a thousand briny songs.

There are little centres in the heart of great cities, just as there are small fresh-water ponds in great islands with the salt sea roaring all round them, and bays and creeks penetrating them as briny as the ocean itself.

The act of finding himself on the face of the waters became a rite, and he felt himself a superior being to the rest of us who knew not this rite and were dependent on him for being shepherded across the heaving and limitless waste, the briny highroad that connects the continents and whereon there are no mile-stones.

And we drank in with open mouth and expanded chest that fresh breeze, briny from kissing the waves, that came from the ocean and passed across our faces.

Sputtering from a briny mouthful splashed on her face, she rolled over and turned back to the beach.

Only he is not allowed to rush at you, roll you over and squeeze your body for the briny drops.

His white hair and tabby beard, the faded blue of his rollneck sweater, the bellbottom trousers and yachting sandals all bespoke in him a man who lived and breathed for nothing but the salt winds of the briny deep and the roar of the shorebound breakers.

The briny water flowing past seemed as sepia as a rushing flood of drawing ink.

She tried to trumpet, but her trunk was heavy, and a thick, briny liquid gushed out of it, like sea water.