The good and evil with man's nature blent, / The weal and woe that heaven's decrees have sent— / Impute them not to motions of the skies— / Skies than thyself ten times more impotent. 1883, Omar Khayyám, trans. Edward Henry Whinfield, Quatrains of Omar Khayyám, No. 96, page 66:
She would return home comforted, carrying in her mind a clearer vision of his aspect, a distincter recollection of his voice, his smile, his bearing; and, blent with these impressions, was often a sweet persuasion that, if she could get near him, his heart might welcome her presence yet: that at this moment he might be willing to extend his hand and draw her to him, and shelter her at his side as he used to do. 1849, Currer Bell [pseudonym; Charlotte Brontë], “Fieldhead”, in Shirley. A Tale. […], volume I, London: Smith, Elder and Co., […], →OCLC, pages 275–276:
His merit as a stylist was this—that he blent the antique and the romantic, pure outline with sensual fulness. 1873 August 1, J.A. Symonds "Poliziano's Italian Poetry" Fortnightly Review Vol.20 No.80 p.167
Even contrary, he standithe evar in disseasse / That in his hert with covetyce is blent. c. 1500, John Lydgate, Isopes Fabules (Aesop's Fables):
Ranchland rolled beneath him. Here around Gray, the mainly Ythrian settlements northward merged with the mainly human south; both ecologies blent with Avalon’s own, and the country became a checkerboard. 1973, Poul Anderson, The People of the Wind: