The Collaborative International Dictionary
Flite \Flite\, Flyte \Flyte\, n. [AS. fl[=i]t. See Flite.] Strife; dispute; abusive or upbraiding talk, as in fliting; wrangling. [Obs. or Scot. & Prov. Eng.]
The bird of Pallas has also a good ``flyte'' on the
moral side . . . in his suggestion that the principal
effect of the nightingale's song is to make women false
to their husbands.
--Saintsbury.
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
Old English flitan "to contend, struggle, quarrel;" related to German fleiß, Dutch vlijt "diligence, industry." Flitecræft was used in Old English for "dialectics."
Wiktionary
n. (alternative spelling of flite English) vb. (alternative spelling of flite English)
Wikipedia
Flyte is a 2006 children's novel by Angie Sage and the second book in the Septimus Heap series. The book's cover was modeled after the in-story book: How to Survive Dragon Fostering: A Practykal Guide with the Flyte Charm lying on top. Flyte was released in March 2006 through HarperCollins and Bloomsbury Publishing.
Flyte was a chocolate bar manufactured by Mars, Incorporated weighing 45 grams. The product was introduced in 1996.
Each bar came wrapped in two individual halves. It consisted of a chocolatey, whipped nougat-style centre coated in milk chocolate. It was essentially the same as a UK Milky Way bar before the filling in Milky Way bars was changed from chocolate to vanilla flavour in 1993.
The bar was discontinued some time in the 2010s decade (2014 or 2015).
Flyte are an English alternative-pop band from London, consisting of Will Taylor (lead vocals, guitar), Sam Berridge (guitar, keyboards, backing vocals), Jon Supran (drums, backing vocals) and Nick Hill (bass, backing vocals).
Flyte may refer to:
- Flyte, a children's novel by Angie Sage
- Flyte (chocolate bar), chocolate bar by Mars, Incorporated
- Flyte (band), an English indie-pop band
Usage examples of "flyte".
It looks as if the man who wrote this was telling us that Timothy Flyte was his enemy.
The repair job was so distinctly amateurish that he suspected Flyte had soldered the frames himself, to save money.
He asked for orange juice, eggs, bacon, and toast, while Professor Flyte adjusted the day-old carnation pinned to the lapel of his somewhat shiny blue suit.
He stared at Sandler as if daring him to challenge the infamous Flyte theories.
Timothy Flyte watched the city lights disappearing beneath the storm clouds.
The assistant manager at that store, name of Celia Meddock, recognized the Timothy Flyte moniker.
Doc means is that this Flyte character might just be another sharp hustler out to make a fast buck.
And from his message, we have to deduce that what happened was very much like the thing Timothy Flyte wrote about.
Corello, the publicity agent who had been hired to meet Timothy Flyte at San Francisco International Airport, was a small yet hard-muscled man with corn-yellow hair and purple-blue eyes.
Corello had never seen anything like it: Hundreds of reporters and curious civilians rushed at Flyte the instant they saw him, pulling and tugging at the professor, shoving microphones in his face, blinding him with batteries of camera lights, and frantically shouting questions.
He urged them to let Flyte deliver a brief statement, promised that a few questions would be permitted later, and introduced the speaker, and stepped out of the way.
Corello saw it in their faces: a very visible apprehension that Flyte was hoaxing them.
The newsmen grew restless as Flyte cleared his throat half a dozen times, loudly, into the microphone, but when he began to speak at last, they were enthralled within a minute.
He took Flyte by the arm and hustled him through a door behind the makeshift platform on which the microphones stood.
Bryce stepped into the soft cascade of yellow light beneath one of them, hoping that Flyte would be able to see him through the veils of fog.