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Tokynner drog o ev.langbot langbot
‘Well, if that isn’t queerer than ever?’ he exclaimed. ‘Mr. Baggins is it? Come inside! We must have a talk.’
Pyth yw dha hanow?langbot langbot
Suddenly Gandalf laughed. ‘Come inside!’ he shouted, and putting out both his arms he lifted the astonished Sam, shears, grass-clippings and all, right through the window and stood him on the floor. ‘Take you to see Elves, eh?’ he said, eyeing Sam closely, but with a smile flickering on his face. ‘So you heard that Mr. Frodo is going away?’
Yth esenvy ow megi.langbot langbot
Frodo was waiting on the step, smiling, but looking rather tired and worried. He welcomed all the callers, but he had not much more to say than before. His reply to all inquiries was simply this: ‘Mr. Bilbo Baggins has gone away; as far as I know, for good.’ Some of the visitors he invited to come inside, as Bilbo had left ‘messages’ for them.
Ow thas yw.langbot langbot
‘Then you haven’t seen him?’ said the farmer. ‘He went up the lane towards the causeway not a long while back. He was a funny customer and asking funny questions. But perhaps you’ll come along inside, and we’ll pass the news more comfortable. I’ve a drop of good ale on tap, if you and your friends are willing, Mr. Took.’
Ev yw koth lowr dhe vos dhe skol.langbot langbot
‘Run away now!’ said Gandalf. ‘You will get plenty when the time comes.’ Then he disappeared inside with Bilbo, and the door was shut. The young hobbits stared at the door in vain for a while, and then made off, feeling that the day of the party would never come.
Yma jynn-amontya dhymm.langbot langbot
There was a wholehearted cry with much joy and gladness: "Blessed is he who comes among us in the name of God!" Christ found traders in the temples inside the town. He made them go away from there quickly.
Yw res dhis mos lemmyn?langbot langbot
NORTH MELBOURNE STATION At that time, North Melbourne train station was a fairly small, in fact, very typical suburban train station. It had not yet undergone the upgrade to a multi- platform complex that we now see and was then dominated by shabby, wooden structures which hearkened back to the 19th century – all painted in a curious dappled green. (Who ever thought of such a colour scheme for Melbourne’s train stations? Maybe it was a wartime thing – camouflage?) In any event, I chose to go to a suburban station rather than the central station at Spencer Street (now grandiosely named “Southern Cross Station”). The reasons were obvious: easier access, less officialdom, smaller crowds. I wanted to slip onto the northbound train with a minimum of fuss. But, before we entered the station carpark, I still needed to get David into the coffin and screw the lid firmly down. I parked the ute in a cobbled back lane, not far from the station. Once again, there was much coaxing required – and still further time lost. If we had missed the train, we would have had to wait at the station for another three hours – and thus have been likely to be exposed as impersonators during all of that time. Furthermore, the later trains would have been more crowded and the baggage car potentially full already. So, I needed to be more than usually, shall we say, ‘firm’ with David over the issue of his getting into the coffin. His resistance reached the point where he roared in my face in his most threatening manner. This would have awoken many of the ‘locals’ except that, it seemed, many of those locals had already fallen victim to the zombie apocalypse, being so close to the epicentre of the plague. North Melbourne was almost a ghost town. Eventually, however, David complied with my wishes and climbed into the coffin, still lying in the back of the ute. As I replaced the lid, I could still hear grunts of unhappiness emanating from within. “Shut up, ya stupid zombie!” I hissed. Noises of any kind coming from inside a coffin were likely to attract unwelcome interest.
Fatla genes?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.”
My a’gas konvedh.langbot langbot
I saw it in the Sunday Times so I know it must be true I saw it in the Telegraph and the Observer had one too Advertisements for pasties, the finest you can buy Made by Tesco's far away in England, 'tis no lie Oh, me lads! You ought to see the pasties Two inches long in a plastic bag and the insides full of nasties Carrots and peas and kittikat, all jumbled in a mess Oh and a packet of Rennies that comes quite free with the compliments of Tesco's So early Monday morning, I set off for the town Tesco's supermarket in Pydar Street is found They lent to me a trolley with four wheels and made of tin How big then could this pasty be? I thought me luck was in Oh, me lads! You ought to see the pasties Two inches long in a plastic bag and the insides full of nasties Carrots and peas and kittikat, all jumbled in a mess Oh and a packet of Rennies that comes quite free with the compliments of Tesco's I looked all up and down the shelves all piled with tins so high I searched among the cheese and ham, the bread, the veg, the pies I searched among the underwear, even opened doors and hatches Then at last I found one hid behind a box of matches Oh, me lads! You ought to see the pasties Two inches long in a plastic bag and the insides full of nasties Carrots and peas and kittikat, all jumbled in a mess Oh and a packet of Rennies that comes quite free with the compliments of Tesco's I felt so sorry for the thing, all pale and all alone Says I, "Perhaps you'll grow a bit if I does take you home" I went up to the cash desk and then I turned quite cold It cost me 36 new pence, the bugger's made of gold Oh, me lads! You ought to see the pasties Two inches long in a plastic bag and the insides full of nasties Carrots and peas and kittikat, all jumbled in a mess Oh and a packet of Rennies that comes quite free with the compliments of Tesco's I put it in me pocket and homeward made me way That's when me troubles started, for a fine I had to pay The pasty fell from out a hole and on the floor it splayed They fined me twenty pound, you know, for fouling the highway Oh, me lads! You ought to see the pasties Two inches long in a plastic bag and the insides full of nasties Carrots and peas and kittikat, all jumbled in a mess Oh and a packet of Rennies that comes quite free with the compliments of Tesco's
Nyns o res dhymm mos.langbot langbot
I banged three times on the inside of the truck walls – this had been my pre- arranged signal to Paul and Charles, who were still (relatively) safe inside the cab. I turned to the now-breathless Jude. “Time to shut up shop now, Jude. Dave can’t keep them at bay for much longer,” I said, breathless myself. “You can come back later – I’m leaving the truck. And, by the way, you’ve got guests.” Jude looked at me in amazement: “Guests?” Paul and Charles answered her question at that moment by tumbling from the truck’s roof – their fall broken by the human chains still working beneath them. Even “Royalty” decided to dispense with formal introductions and clambered over the members of the now-disintegrating chains, passing hurriedly through the library doors to comparative safety. At that moment, the zombie press broke through and snapping jaws appeared beneath the sills of the truck’s still-open rear doors. The human chain sounded the retreat and I pushed Jude roughly out of the cargo section of the truck. Her fall, too, was cushioned by the backs of the others. I jumped to the ground and slammed the refrigerated truck’s rear door firmly shut. (No sense in letting the warm air in, was there?) The diesel engine was still running – and so was the refrigeration unit – but for how long? I was abruptly seized by two of the closest zombies and, briefly wondered if my luck had run out. It hadn’t. The figure of David burst through (actually, over) the press and was swiftly at my side, beating at those who had seized me. He roared with renewed vigour – and, once again, the Earth seemed to shake. David had saved my life – again. Thanks, mate. Jude was the last of the Baillieu survivors to get back inside. She lingered at the open glass doors. “Pete!” she yelled. “Come back in.” This wasn’t going to happen – not without David.
Nowydh yw an lyver ma.langbot langbot
The doors to the main entrance of the Baillieu Library were glass, thick sliding doors. They were still intact – which was a little surprising – but reinforced by bookshelves, cupboards and now-redundant vending machines. The zombies were not going to gain entrance any time soon – though they loitered outside constantly – waiting and watching. Given the desperate situation of those inside the library – no food, no outside contact – I had recently come to believe that the zombies’ waiting would not be in vain. I stood in the barricaded foyer: my brother was unseen on the other side of the glass doors, a thing abandoned – but not by me. “Let me see him,” I snarled. Silently, one of my fellow survivors moved forward and removed a box from the barricade to reveal an observation hole. He stepped back and allowed me to view the prone form of David. He was unmoving – just as I thought, not yet reanimated. Good – it was not too late. I nodded to myself and turned slowly to the others who eyed me with suspicion: “Please leave me alone with him,” I whispered. “I need a moment alone with him.” They shuffled their feet uneasily and looked at one another. Was I now worth that risk? “I’ll not try and retrieve him,” I said reassuringly. “He is, as you say, ‘gone’ now. There would be no purpose in trying to get him back.” Jude locked eyes with me for a long moment. She saw no deception. “Come on,” she said to the others. “Let the guy have some dignity. David was his brother, after all.” And with that, she abruptly turned on her heel and left the barricaded foyer, the others reluctantly trailing behind her. Good.
Yma dha gi omma.langbot langbot
‘But I reckon it was a nasty shock for those Sackville-Bagginses. They thought they were going to get Bag End, that time when he went off and was thought to be dead. And then he comes back and orders them off; and he goes on living and living, and never looking a day older, bless him! And suddenly he produces an heir, and has all the papers made out proper. The Sackville-Bagginses won’t never see the inside of Bag End now, or it is to be hoped not.’
Gwynn yw ow hi.langbot langbot
It may well have been that the zombies had not had a fresh kill for some days – and they were definitely acting as if that were the case. The way they frantically fought over the victim reminded me of those wildlife documentaries I’d seen – you now, the one where the hyenas, lions and vultures are all fighting each other over the same zebra carcase on the veldt. It was rough, bloody, noisy and bestial. There was nothing I could do but wait and watch – I could not afford to walk away from David unless I wanted to meet the same fate as this most recent victim of the apocalypse. Once again, I lost my lunch. No-one cared. How had this person – whose identity and even gender were no longer discernible – held out for so many days against the hordes only to be taken when help might have been close to hand? The glass doors to the Rowden White Gallery were open, swinging gently in the breeze, but there was no sign of disruption or violence to be seen inside. I’d say that this was where the person had come from – he or she had not got far before being set upon. Or, more likely, they had tried to leave and, finding zombies all about, had tried unsuccessfully to retreat to the gallery. In any event, the feasting zombies had brought their prey to bay within metres of the now-open doors. Based on previous experience, I knew that they (and David) would be occupied for some time with their grisly prize. So, I quietly entered the Rowden White and gently closed the doors behind me. I could observe the ‘festivities’ from a distance, through the glass doors and re- join David when it was appropriate. I decided to scout around. Just as I had thought: there was no food to be found – only remains and wrappings. Even the bottled water supply had run out. Perhaps this was what finally had driven the victim to try such a desperate escape. You can survive without food for quite a while but, once the water runs out, your survival time is short.
Megi difennys!langbot langbot
About mid-day they came to a hill whose top was wide and flattened, like a shallow saucer with a green mounded rim. Inside there was no air stirring, and the sky seemed near their heads. They rode across and looked northwards. Then their hearts rose, for it seemed plain that they had come further already than they had expected. Certainly the distances had now all become hazy and deceptive, but there could be no doubt that the Downs were coming to an end. A long valley lay below them winding away northwards, until it came to an opening between two steep shoulders. Beyond, there seemed to be no more hills. Due north they faintly glimpsed a long dark line. That is a line of trees,' said Merry, 'and that must mark the Road. All along it for many leagues east of the Bridge there are trees growing. Some say they were planted in the old days.'
Yma seyth flogh dhis.langbot langbot
It was the Sackville-Bagginses that were his downfall, as you might expect. One day, a year before the Party, I happened to be walking along the road, when I saw Bilbo ahead. Suddenly in the distance the S.-B.s appeared, coming towards us. Bilbo slowed down, and then hey presto! he vanished. I was so startled that I hardly had the wits to hide myself in a more ordinary fashion; but I got through the hedge and walked along the field inside. I was peeping through into the road, after the S.-B.s had passed, and was looking straight at Bilbo when he suddenly reappeared. I caught a glint of gold as he put something back in his trouser-pocket.
Yma'n ki ow koska y'n karr.langbot langbot
Judging Others (Lk 6.37–38, 41–42) 1“Do not judge others, so that God will not judge you, 2for God will judge you in the same way as you judge others, and he will apply to you the same rules you apply to others. 3Why, then, do you look at the speck in your brother's eye, and pay no attention to the log in your own eye? 4How dare you say to your brother, ‘Please, let me take that speck out of your eye,’ when you have a log in your own eye? 5You hypocrite! First take the log out of your own eye, and then you will be able to see clearly to take the speck out of your brother's eye. 6“Do not give what is holy to dogs — they will only turn and attack you. Do not throw your pearls in front of pigs — they will only trample them underfoot. Ask, Seek, Knock (Lk 11.9–13) 7“Ask, and you will receive; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened to you. 8For everyone who asks will receive, and anyone who seeks will find, and the door will be opened to those who knock. 9Would any of you who are fathers give your son a stone when he asks for bread? 10Or would you give him a snake when he asks for a fish? 11Bad as you are, you know how to give good things to your children. How much more, then, will your Father in heaven give good things to those who ask him! 12“Do for others what you want them to do for you: this is the meaning of the Law of Moses and of the teachings of the prophets. The Narrow Gate (Lk 13.24) 13“Go in through the narrow gate, because the gate to hell is wide and the road that leads to it is easy, and there are many who travel it. 14But the gate to life is narrow and the way that leads to it is hard, and there are few people who find it. A Tree and its Fruit (Lk 6.43–44) 15“Be on your guard against false prophets; they come to you looking like sheep on the outside, but on the inside they are really like wild wolves. 16You will know them by what they do. Thorn bushes do not bear grapes, and briars do not bear figs. 17A healthy tree bears good fruit, but a poor tree bears bad fruit. 18A healthy tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a poor tree cannot bear good fruit. 19And any tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown in the fire. 20So then, you will know the false prophets by what they do. I Never Knew You (Lk 13.25–27) 21“Not everyone who calls me ‘Lord, Lord’ will enter the Kingdom of heaven, but only those who do what my Father in heaven wants them to do. 22When Judgement Day comes, many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord! In your name we spoke God's message, by your name we drove out many demons and performed many miracles!’ 23Then I will say to them, ‘I never knew you. Get away from me, you wicked people!’ The Two House Builders (Lk 6.47–49) 24“So then, anyone who hears these words of mine and obeys them is like a wise man who built his house on rock. 25The rain poured down, the rivers overflowed, and the wind blew hard against that house. But it did not fall, because it was built on rock. 26“But anyone who hears these words of mine and does not obey them is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. 27The rain poured down, the rivers overflowed, the wind blew hard against that house, and it fell. And what a terrible fall that was!” The Authority of Jesus 28When Jesus finished saying these things, the crowd was amazed at the way he taught. 29He wasn't like the teachers of the Law; instead, he taught with authority.
Yma hi ow kwiska pows wynn hedhyw.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.)
Da yw gensi goslowes orth ilow.langbot langbot
NUMBERS 11 The Israelites Complain 1One day the Israelites started complaining about their troubles. The Lord heard them and became so angry that he destroyed the outer edges of their camp with fire. 2When the people begged Moses to help, he prayed, and the fire went out. 3They named the place “Burning,” because in his anger the Lord had set their camp on fire. The People Grumble about Being Hungry 4One day some foreigners among the Israelites became greedy for food, and even the Israelites themselves began moaning, “We don't have any meat! 5In Egypt we could eat all the fish we wanted, and there were cucumbers, melons, all kinds of onions, and garlic. 6But we're starving out here, and the only food we have is this manna.” 7 The manna was like small whitish seeds 8-9 and tasted like something baked with sweet olive oil. It appeared at night with the dew. In the morning the people would collect the manna, grind or crush it into flour, then boil it and make it into thin wafers. 10The Israelites stood around their tents complaining. Moses heard them and was upset that they had made the Lord angry. 11He prayed: I am your servant, Lord, so why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this? You've made me responsible for all these people, 12but they're not my children. You told me to nurse them along and to carry them to the land you promised their ancestors. 13They keep whining for meat, but where can I get meat for them? 14This job is too much for me. How can I take care of all these people by myself? 15If this is the way you're going to treat me, just kill me now and end my miserable life! Seventy Leaders Are Chosen To Help Moses 16The Lord said to Moses: Choose 70 of Israel's respected leaders and go with them to the sacred tent. 17While I am talking with you there, I will give them some of your authority, so they can share responsibility for my people. You will no longer have to care for them by yourself. 18As for the Israelites, I have heard them complaining about not having meat and about being better off in Egypt. So tell them to make themselves acceptable to me, because tomorrow they will have meat. 19-20In fact, they will have meat day after day for a whole month—not just a few days, or even 10 or 20. They turned against me and wanted to go back to Egypt. Now they will eat meat until they get sick of it. 21Moses replied, “At least 600,000 grown men are here with me. How can you say there will be enough meat to feed them and their families for a whole month? 22Even if we butchered all our sheep and cattle, or caught every fish in the sea, we wouldn't have enough to feed them.” 23The Lord answered, “I can do anything! Watch and you'll see my words come true.” 24Moses told the people what the Lord had said. Then he chose 70 respected leaders and went with them to the sacred tent. While the leaders stood in a circle around the tent, Moses went inside, 25and the Lord spoke with him. Then the Lord took some authority from Moses and gave it to the 70 leaders. And when the Lord's Spirit took control of them, they started shouting like prophets. But they did it only this one time. 26Eldad and Medad were two leaders who had not gone to the tent. But when the Spirit took control of them, they began shouting like prophets right there in camp. 27A boy ran to Moses and told him about Eldad and Medad. 28Joshua was there helping Moses, as he had done since he was young. And he said to Moses, “Sir, you must stop them!” 29But Moses replied, “Are you concerned what this might do to me? I wish the Lord would give his Spirit to all his people so everyone could be a prophet.” 30Then Moses and the 70 leaders went back to camp. The Lord Sends Quails 31Some time later the Lord sent a strong wind that blew quails in from the sea until Israel's camp was completely surrounded with birds, piled up about a meter high for many kilometers in every direction. 32The people picked up quails for two days—each person filled at least ten large baskets. Then they spread them out to dry. 33But before the meat could be eaten, the Lord became angry and sent a deadly disease through the camp. 34After they had buried the people who had been so greedy for meat, they called the place “Graves for the Greedy.” 35Israel then broke camp and traveled to Hazeroth.
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