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interfuse

[ in-ter-fyooz ]

verb (used with object)

, in·ter·fused, in·ter·fus·ing.
  1. to intersperse, intermingle, or permeate with something.
  2. to blend or fuse, one with another.
  3. to pour or pass (something) between, into, or through; infuse.


verb (used without object)

, in·ter·fused, in·ter·fus·ing.
  1. to become blended or fused, one with another.

interfuse

/ ˌɪntəˈfjuːz /

verb

  1. to diffuse or mix throughout or become so diffused or mixed; intermingle
  2. to blend or fuse or become blended or fused
“Collins English Dictionary — Complete & Unabridged” 2012 Digital Edition © William Collins Sons & Co. Ltd. 1979, 1986 © HarperCollins Publishers 1998, 2000, 2003, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2009, 2012
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Derived Forms

  • ˌinterˈfusion, noun
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Other Words From

  • inter·fusion noun
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Word History and Origins

Origin of interfuse1

First recorded in 1585–95; from Latin interfūsus, past participle of interfundere “to pour between”; inter-, fuse 2
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Example Sentences

In what is easily the most revelatory show I’ve seen in this sluggish cabaret season, Ms. Starlite and her alter ego eerily interfuse.

“Alpheus, Elis’ stream, they say, Beneath the seas here found his way, And now his waters interfuse With thine, O fountain Arethuse, Beneath Sicilian skies.”

So shall my soul receive Haply the secret of your calm and strength, Your unforgotten beauty interfuse My common life, your glorious shapes and hues And sun-dropped splendors at my bidding come, Loom vast through dreams, and stretch in billowy length From the sea-level of my lowland home!”

Art thou enraged, O sea, with the blue peace Of heaven, so to uplift thine armèd waves, Thy billowing rebellion 'gainst its ease, And with Tartarean mutter from cold caves, From shuddering profundities where shapes Of awe glide thro' entangled leagues of ooze, To hoot thy watery omens evermore, And evermore thy moanings interfuse With seething necromancy and mad lore?

Are you enraged, O sea, with the blue peace Of heaven, so to uplift your armied waves, Your billowy rebellion against its ease, And with Tartarean mutter from cold caves, From shuddering profundities where shapes Of awe glide thro entangled leagues of ooze, To hoot your watery omens evermore, And evermore your moanings interfuse With seething necromancy and mad lore?

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