'Of a sudden things became mortal that before had learnt to be immortal, and things unmixed before mixed
On each occasion of his saying 'mix
again', Mr Wegg, with a hop on his wooden leg, hitches his chair a little nearer; more as if he were proposing that himself and Mr Venus should mix
again, than that they should replenish their glasses.
The flour pan in which their daily bread was mixed
stood on the rude table side by side with the "prospecting pans," half full of gold washed up from their morning's work; the front windows of the newer tenements looked upon the one single thoroughfare, but the back door opened upon the uncleared wilderness, still haunted by the misshapen bulk of bear or the nightly gliding of catamount.
When she had got them into her house, she set them upon benches and seats and mixed
them a mess with cheese, honey, meal, and Pramnian wine, but she drugged it with wicked poisons to make them forget their homes, and when they had drunk she turned them into pigs by a stroke of her wand, and shut them up in her pig-styes.
It seems to be my fortune to be mixed
up, more or less actively, with elderly love affairs.
With these preachers of equality will I not be mixed
up and confounded.
The little dark gentleman, with the distinguished air and the easy, correct speech, who had mixed
his brandy and soda, had disappeared.
A quantity of dry leaves, mixed
with sulphur, he lit with a spark from his flint, and he began to smoke out the bees.
Ladislaw should pay at least two visits during the year to the Grange, and there came gradually a small row of cousins at Freshitt who enjoyed playing with the two cousins visiting Tipton as much as if the blood of these cousins had been less dubiously mixed
Death raises all his voices around, and mixes
with the sounds of shields.
There is the ideal of an aristocracy and the ideal of what he calls constitutional government, a mixed
And meet it is, that over these sea-pastures, wide-rolling watery prairies and Potters' Fields of all four continents, the waves should rise and fall, and ebb and flow unceasingly; for here, millions of mixed
shades and shadows, drowned dreams, somnambulisms, reveries; all that we call lives and souls, lie dreaming, dreaming, still; tossing like slumberers in their beds; the ever-rolling waves but made so by their restlessness.