Mingle can be categorized as a verb.
Verb |
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| mingle - get involved or mixed-up with; "He was about to mingle in an unpleasant affair" | ||
| mingle - to bring or combine together or with something else; "resourcefully he mingled music and dance" | ||
| mingle - be all mixed up or jumbled together; "His words jumbled" | ||
Noun |
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| mingle - A mixture. |
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| 1. | verb | He was about to mingle in an unpleasant affair. | |
| 2. | verb | and most correctly, us visitors did not mingle with the native wildlife. | |
| 3. | verb | Mingle your joys sometimes with your earnest occupation. | |
| 4. | verb | The colors don't mingle well. | |
| 5. | verb | He doesn't mingle with the villagers. | |
| 6. | verb | East and West / he summoned to his throne, and thus his wrath expressed. / "What pride of birth possessed you, Earth and air / without my leave to mingle in affray, / and raise such hubbub in my realm?" | |
| 7. | verb | So when the bold and compact band I see, / "Brave hearts", I cry, "but brave, alas! in vain; / if firm your purpose holds to follow me / who dare the worst, our present plight is plain. / Troy's guardian gods have left her; altar, fane, / all is deserted, every temple bare. / The town ye aid is burning. Forward, then, / to die and mingle in the tumult's blare." | |
| 8. | verb | Thus we, elate, but not with Heaven our friend, / march on and mingle with the Greeks in fight, / and many a Danaan to the shades we send. / And many a battle in the blinding night / we join with those that meet us. |
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| verb | |
| He was about to mingle in an unpleasant affair. |
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| and most correctly, us visitors did not mingle with the native wildlife. |
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| Mingle your joys sometimes with your earnest occupation. | |
| The colors don't mingle well. | |
| He doesn't mingle with the villagers. | |
| East and West / he summoned to his throne, and thus his wrath expressed. / "What pride of birth possessed you, Earth and air / without my leave to mingle in affray, / and raise such hubbub in my realm?" | |
| So when the bold and compact band I see, / "Brave hearts", I cry, "but brave, alas! in vain; / if firm your purpose holds to follow me / who dare the worst, our present plight is plain. / Troy's guardian gods have left her; altar, fane, / all is deserted, every temple bare. / The town ye aid is burning. Forward, then, / to die and mingle in the tumult's blare." | |
| Thus we, elate, but not with Heaven our friend, / march on and mingle with the Greeks in fight, / and many a Danaan to the shades we send. / And many a battle in the blinding night / we join with those that meet us. | |