from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- v. Past tense and past participle of fling.
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- v. Simple past of fling.
- v. Past participle of fling
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- imp. & p. p. of fling.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- Preterit and past participle of fling.
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Wives he should have by fifties and hundreds if he wanted them, she thought in her great-heartedness, reflecting on the one whose threatened pretensions to be his mate were slain by the title flung at her, and merited.
Wives he should have by fifties and hundreds if he wanted them, she thought in her great - heartedness, reflecting on the one whose threatened pretensions to be his mate were slain by the title flung at her, and merited.
Unable to remain flung up on the beach, pounded ever back toward the beach by the perpetual shoreward rush of the kanaka surf, the up-piled water escaped to the sea by way of the channel and in the form of under-tow along the bottom under the breakers.
You can't even spell Archimedes! you are about as far flung from the Greek namesake as one could get!
Cotin flung himself at the Golden Sword, but Kyle spotted it and grabbed it first.
Semin flung a pass from the right circle behind his back to Ovechkin, who had a wide-open left side to put in his shot.
I have had the “constitutional law professor” title flung at me in arguments with left-wingers many, many times, because that is the prevailing belief.
Villages, their white buildings like cubes of feta flung from the sky by the gods, clinging to the slopes of mountains, teetering on cliff edges, nestling in arid inland valleys.
Mills without a word flung himself on the divan and, propped on his arm, gazed thoughtfully at a distant corner where in the shadow of a monumental carved wardrobe an articulated dummy without head or hands but with beautifully shaped limbs composed in a shrinking attitude, seemed to be embarrassed by his stare.
(Rubashov, in Darkness at Noon, was more of a Miltonian figure, flung from the heights of power yet still pitilessly judged by the standards of his former comrades.)