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I come from
Myttin da, oll an bys!langbot langbot
I come from France.
An re ma yw ow fluvennow blomm.langbot langbot
I come from
Hi eth dhe brenassa.langbot langbot
Never will I come from the place
My a vetyas orth koweth.langbot langbot
I come from
Na redyewgh y’n stevel-ma.langbot langbot
I cannot come from it.
Ow broder yw ev.langbot langbot
‘ “I come from yonder,” he said, slow and stiff-like, pointing back west, over my fields, if you please. “Have you seen Baggins?” he asked in a queer voice, and bent down towards me. I could not see any face, for his hood fell down so low; and I felt a sort of shiver down my back. But I did not see why he should come riding over my land so bold.
Ple’ma Britney Spears?langbot langbot
come from? sg a-bele esta devedhys ? I do not know w. it has come from na wöra vy a-bele üjyva devedhys >
Kas yw genev tewes.langbot langbot
From heaven I come now 165
A wodhowgh hwi neyja?langbot langbot
‘Begging your pardon,’ put in Sam suddenly, ‘I know where he comes from. It’s from Hobbiton that this here black rider comes, unless there’s more than one. And I know where he’s going to.’
Hi a vynn dos ha bos medhoges.langbot langbot
‘There are some Men about,’ said Frodo. ‘Down in the Southfarthing they have had trouble with Big People, I believe. But I have never heard of anything like this rider. I wonder where he comes from.’
O res dhis gul henna?langbot langbot
A sound broke the monotony of the water and I heard a voice from the sea crying from afar, “The hour is come, but not the man!”
Ny wonn.langbot langbot
And it must be Death himself who will think that I believe it to be true, that which is written there, for nothing else but to make a joke, and now that it has come into my mind, I shall finish this essay from the last verse of the first ode of Horace:
Res vydh dhis diberth lemmyn.langbot langbot
My dear father, go from hence | I will by and bye | And I will come to you again | With an answer before stopping (?) | By (the) will of the Father on high.
Nyns usi Tom y’n klavji.langbot langbot
Gandalf looked at Frodo, and his eyes glinted. I knew much and I have learned much,’ he answered. ‘But I am not going to give an account of all my doings to you. The history of Elendil and Isildur and the One Ring is known to all the Wise. Your ring is shown to be that One Ring by the fire-writing alone, apart from any other evidence.’ ‘And when did you discover that?’ asked Frodo, interrupting. ‘Just now in this room, of course,’ answered the wizard sharply. ‘But I expected to find it. I have come back from dark journeys and long search to make that final test. It is the last proof, and all is now only too clear. Making out Gollum’s part, and fitting it into the gap in the history, required some thought. I may have started with guesses about Gollum, but I am not guessing now. I know. I have seen him.’
Ny yll'ta diberth.langbot langbot
They looked back, but the turn of the road prevented them from seeing far. ‘I wonder if that is Gandalf coming after us,’ said Frodo; but even as he said it, he had a feeling that it was not so, and a sudden desire to hide from the view of the rider came over him.
Ow thas yw.langbot langbot
It was important to us when developing this Summit that we expand the conversation and build relationships with other minorities so that we may learn from each other’s experiences and so I thank you all for coming and sharing your story.
Eus arghans dhis?langbot langbot
AN OFFICIOUS MAJOR I arranged some of the other pieces of luggage that were in the van and propped myself up against the coffin. I could hear David’s continuous grumbling but was not particularly troubled. The baggage car was extremely noisy and we were sharing it with no-one else. “So, my dear brother, grumble away!” I thought – but didn’t say so. The train was typical of the time – some of this type are still running on Victoria’s country rail-lines. A diesel locomotive with a string of faded red passenger carriages but only one allocated to ‘First Class’ (bigger, comfier seats, a bit quieter overall). The train was slow, lumbering and the carriages swayed from side to side as they made their way along tracks that had (then) not been upgraded since the Great Depression of the 1930’s. Excellent ‘Susso’ work back then, redoing the train tracks – almost as good as working on the Great Ocean Road or the Ivanhoe Boulevard. But I digress! I’m showing my age now. Confabulation is such a curse – to everyone but the confabulator! Anyway, from my personal point of view, everything was going swimmingly – until we reached Kyneton station, about an hour out of the City. “Stow my luggage in that car, Private – and be snappy about it!” These were the first words I heard come from the Major. The door of the baggage car slid open and a timorous private entered, weighed down by numerous pieces of luggage – obviously not his own. He did his best to place them inside the carriage but managed to drop one case, hitherto held under his arm. It fell to the floor with a loud thud. “You imbecile! I’ll have you court-martialled ...” And so on, in that vein, for a full two minutes – the exact time of the scheduled stop at the station. The private stood to attention and absorbed the vile invective that came from his superior officer: terrified and silent. “Get off, you fool!” he yelled at the private – who did so immediately and without question, as the train started to move. However, it was too late for the Major himself to alight from the baggage car and take his place among the other passengers (presumably, in the first-class section of the train.)
Ny yll'ta gul henna omma.langbot langbot
Pilate washed his hands and said to them, ``I am innocent of the blood of the holy man, for from his blood vengeance will come. all together they shouted, ``if vengeance comes and falls heavily upon our children and upon us, let it be for ever!
Ev a vynn dha weres.langbot langbot
I was born under a wandrin' star Mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to Which with any luck will never come true I was born under a wandrin' star I was born under a wandrin' star
Yma dhe’m modrep tri flogh.langbot langbot
“I’d like to get some food to them – to keep them going till relief comes. If it comes. Any ideas?” I expected that Paul would think this a dangerous, if not impossible, task to achieve. But, no. His response was as quick as it was matter-of-fact: “There’s a truck parked just to the North of the cemetery in Lygon Street, a refrigerated truck like they use to make deliveries to supermarkets. I saw it on the afternoon of day two, just before everything went black for me. The diesel engine was still idling at the time and the refrigeration unit was still running. No sign of any driver. The truck might still be there.” Amazing. “And full of food?” I asked. “Probably. I didn’t bother to check inside. Charles and I had already raided the gate-keeper’s house. We didn’t need more food at that time – and it wasn’t worth the risk of exposing ourselves by going out in the open. However, as you can see, I made a mental note of the vehicle for future reference.” “Will you come with me and David to check it out?” “Fuck off!” said Paul. “You don’t need me and, even if you did, I’m not yet that hungry.” There was nothing more to be said. I called out to David. He didn’t come. I needed to go inside to arouse him from his afternoon torpor. (Yes, I did kick him and, yes, he did complain loudly.) “Come on, Dave. We’ve got work to do.”
Pandr’a hwarva?langbot langbot
One morning as I was going along the road, I met a girl with a sick stomach. "Come", she said, "let's us two make three!" [....], "You are not good, come with child from another, and wish to make me father!
Yma hi ow kul glaw omma.langbot langbot
"Peter, Andrew and John," said Christ, "Come, follow me to the mountain. Because I am weak, sorrow is sapping my strength." He went a little way from them so that he could pray to his father who is ever above, although he was shaking with fear.
Nyns yw res dhis oberi hedhyw.langbot langbot
Mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to Which with any luck will never come true I was born under a wandrin' star I was born under a wandrin' star
My a dhibarthas.langbot langbot
FLIGHT I was dozing in the infirmary. It was around midnight. Outside, on the parade ground, there was a heck of a commotion going on. The sounds of fist upon face and boot upon other body parts could be clearly heard. There were soldiers screaming and yelling, Aussies and Yanks – name-calling and dire threats. Others vainly trying to contain the brawling. Orders disobeyed. Whistles of MP’s. Soon, the whole camp had turned out onto the parade ground and there were hundreds of troops fighting an extremely vigorous pitched battle. Suddenly, I was wide awake – adrenalin does that. At first, I simply thought: “What is going on?” But then I guessed that the seeds I had planted in the minds of the Doughboys might now be bearing fruit. Seeds of doubt. Seeds of conflict. Young men, decent guys, were both injuring and being injured out there, on the parade ground. Maybe, I wasn’t such a nice person, after all. But, nice person or not, I needed to use the commotion that I had triggered to make my escape. In a panic, I undid the bindings which had been holding me to the bed – actually, I could have done this at any time but had been too ill to even bother trying. I swung my legs off the bed and put my feet on the floor for the first time in some days. I tried to stand. Shit! I was still very weak from the torture and flopped back, breathless, onto the bed. What to do? I couldn’t let this confusion pass without trying to take advantage. This golden opportunity would not come again. From outside, I could hear raised voices, Australian voices, saying things like: “Kill the fuckin’ spy! Get the zombie spy! Kill the little mongrel.” (And so on, like that.)
Ple’th esos ta?langbot langbot
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