They plashed on, without speaking, through the rapidly forming puddles.
Two tears glimmered in the moonlight and plashed upon his hand.
It plashed and sank noiselessly to the bottom of the Thames.
It came at last in sight, plashed its way forward, stopped, and I was soon on board.
Between the edges of the fissure the waves of the Balaton plashed softly.
They plashed uphill to their blue-roofed huts on the south-west side of the town.
I long for my French fountains of living literature, which, pure or impure, plashed in one's face so pleasantly.
And so in better heart, the three plashed painfully down the never-ending lane.
“Yes, you will,” he said to himself again and again through the silence in which they plashed down the river.
Still this thought was little present to me in my discomfort, as I plashed through the sodden turf.