heedless of my expostulations and the growling thunder, and the great drops that began to plash around her, she remained, calling at intervals, and then listening, and then crying outright.
Emily Brontë. Wuthering Heights (1847)
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The boat lay almost motionless on the water. I had never seen the sea smoother. Little ripples plashed against the side of the Cob.
P. G. Wodehouse. Love Among the Chickens A Story of the Haps and Mishaps on an English Chicken Farm (1909)
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no piano had plunged and plashed
Vladimir Nabokov. Lolita
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The spiked and winding cold seahorn. Have you the? Each, and for other, plash and silent roar.