Mingling Quotes
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Russian ladies, for the most part, cherish only Platonic love, without mingling any thought of matrimony with it; and Platonic love is exceedingly embarrassing.
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More Mingling Quotes
The Greeks follow a wrong usage in speaking of coming into being and passing away; for nothing comes into being or passes away, but there is mingling and separation of things that are. So they would be right to call coming into being mixture, and passing away separation.
Anaxagoras— Frag. B 17, quoted in John Burnet's Early Greek Philosophy, (1920), Chapter 6.
Lately Marge's memory had grown weak, which is to say that it no longer contained the past time on deposit there, it was not strong enough to keep shut up the moments, the mornings and evenings, of her long life, its seals broke, and her memories ran together mingling, indistinguishable from the present. Her memory had grown incontinent with age.
john crowley— Bk. 6, Ch. 3
Science, which cuts its way through the muddy pond of daily lifewithout mingling with it, casts its wealthtoright and left, but the puny boatmen do not know how to fish for it.
Alexander Ivanovich Herzen— 1855 Notebook entry, collected in Byloe i dumy (My Past and Thoughts), vol.3 (published1861-7, translated by Constance Garnett,1924).
Cold on Canadian hills or Minden’s plain,Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain;Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew,The big drops mingling with the milk he drewGave the sad presage of his future years,—The child of misery, baptized in tears.
— The Country Justice, Part i, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). This allusion to the dead soldier and his widow on the field of battle was made the subject of a print by Bunbury, under which were engraved the pathos-laden lines of Langhorne. Sir Walter Scott mentioned that the only time he saw Burns this picture was in the room. Burns shed tears over it; and Scott, then a lad of fifteen, was the only person present who could tell him where the lines were to be found. In Lockhart, Life of Scott, vol. i. chap. iv.
The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart to English ground. A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds.
hilaire belloc— "Dedicatory Ode", stanzas 31–32
Mutterings and murmurs, mingling with the rumours of glory , gave rise to fears of an indecisive battle, a precipitate retreat. Insolent voices gave out that a spirit of the lowest category, a guardian angel, the insignificant Arcade, had checked and routed the dazzling host of the three great archangels.
anatole france— Ch. XXXV (The Revolt of the Angels (1914))
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is with the common mass of matter lost!
— Homer, The Odyssey, Book IV, line 397. Pope's translation.
The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love, The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.
william cullen bryant— William Cullen Bryant, The Serenade.
At first, heard solemn o'er the verge of Heaven, The Tempest growls; but as it nearer comes, And rolls its awful burden on the wind, The Lightnings flash a larger curve, and more The Noise astounds; till overhead a sheet Of livid flame discloses wide, then shuts, And opens wider; shuts and opens still Expansive, wrapping ether in a blaze. Follows the loosen'd aggravated Roar, Enlarging, deepening, mingling, peal on peal, Crush'd, horrible, convulsing Heaven and Earth.
james thomson— James Thomson, The Seasons, Summer (1727), line 1,133
The Greeks follow a wrong usage in speaking of coming into being and passing away; for nothing comes into being or passes away, but there is mingling and separation of things that are. So they would be right to call coming into being mixture, and passing away separation.
— Frag. B 17, quoted in John Burnet's Early Greek Philosophy, (1920), Chapter 6.
Now deeper roll the maddening drums, And the mingling host like ocean heaves: While from the midst, a horrid wailing comes, And high above the fight the lonely bugle grieves.
— Granville Mellen—The Lonely Bugle Grieves. Ode on the Celebration of Battle of Bunker Hill. June 17, 1825. (Mellen is called the "Singer of one Song" from this Ode).
