dead oor Kornies

dead

/dɛd/ adjektief, werkwoord, naamwoord, bywoord

(not comparable) No longer living.

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

anvew

anvyw

marow

adj, hanow gwann / hanow gwadn

tremenys

passed

yn farow

Dead

Dead (musician)

Soortgelyke frases

the dead
an re varow

purple dead-nettle
koog-linasen rudh

like a dead body
avel korf marow

twice dead
diwweyth marow

abode of the dead
annown

Prayer for the dead
seren

dead man's fingers
tebelgegisen an dowr

deads
atal

deadness
marder · marowder

voorbeelde

dead (adj.) marow; tremenyz; desessyez dead ground (n.) hors
dead (adj.) marow; tremenyz; desessyez dead ground (n.) hors

Our Lord is dead that bought us all.
our lord ys deyd that bogthe ovs al

To guard the body which is dead,
gwitha an korf yw marow

4 and declared to be the Son of God with power, according to the spirit of holiness, by the resurrection from the dead:
4 hag a veu henwys Mab Duw yn nerth war-lergh Spyrys sansoleth dre dhasserghyans an re varow, Yesu Krist agan Arloedh;

The paschal meal before I be dead, 720
boes Pask kyns ow bos marow

12These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots;
12An re ma yw kudhys, kepar dell vens i morgribow, yn agas prysyow-boes a gerensa, hag a wra kevewya heb own kepar ha bugeledh owth omvaga: kommolennow heb dowr, degys hwymm-hwamm gans an awelyow, gwydhennow yn kynyav helergh heb frut vyth, diwweyth marow, diwreydhys;

cinder n. dead colen marow m. Lh.
cinder n. dead colen marow m. Lh.

dead person
marow [hanow gorow]

Alas! sir Uriah is dead; | Tell me, as thou lovest me, | When death reached him, | And how he was killed
Dar? Marow yw Syrr Urri? | Lavar dhymm, dell y'm kyrri, | pan vernans a'n jeva ev, | ha fatell veuva ledhys,

red dead-nettle / purple dead-nettle / purple archangel
[hanow benow] koog linasen rudh [avisyansow: Kembrek: marddanhadlen goch; Latinek: Lamium purpureum]

The World of the Dead
Hades / Bys an Ankow / / /

marow (2) HANOW GOROW re varow / HANOW LIESPLEK dead person
marow (2) HANOW GOROW re varow / HANOW LIESPLEK dead person

dead person marow (2) HANOW GOROW re varow / HANOW LIESPLEK
dead person marow (2) HANOW GOROW re varow / HANOW LIESPLEK

the ball has gone dead
/ gylls marow (yw an bel) / /

Dead Sea
/ Mor an Hoelan / / /

The North gate was much as I had imagined it: a squad of soldiers positioned behind and beside an APC (armoured personnel carrier) that had brought them there – and a well-constructed sandbag emplacement for a heavy machine gun. The machine gun was continuing to pour deadly metal into the dozens of zombies who streamed through the university gate into College Crescent. The squad members, lying prone on the footpath, added to this toll by directing their comparatively puny rifles at the same targets. It seemed that none of the zombies was getting more than a few feet past the gate before being felled. The pile of corpses had grown to an alarming height within a very short time. I guessed that, at its highest point, it was around seven feet high. But still the terrified – and often smouldering – undead came, climbing over the now-dead undead. And they, too, were shredded by the gunfire and fell just as quickly on those whose bodies they were climbing. What were my feelings as I watched this carnage? Could I put my emotions to one side merely because these creatures were no longer truly human? No, not really. Some of those fallen had been classmates of mine a few days previously. More than that, my own brother crouched beside me, watching the spectacle intently – and he, too, was one of these less-than-human beasts. And still I felt David’s pain – whether I wanted it or not. We both watched for, maybe, twenty minutes or more – and then a most unexpected thing happened: the clatter of the heavy machine gun abruptly ceased. Was it out of ammunition? Surely not, the APC must have been loaded with boxfuls of belts of machine-gun bullets. However, after firing continuously for so long, the barrel of the gun would have been red hot. So, perhaps, ...? I saw the commander leap into the gun emplacement and desperately try to manipulate parts of the silent weapon – with no obvious success. The gun had definitely jammed.
An Porth a-gledhbarth o kepar dell gryssen: yth esa para soudoryon a-dryv ha ryb KSD (kert-soudoryon durblatys) re’s drosa alena – hag ynworrans rag jynn- setha poes re via drehevys yn ta ow kul devnydh a seghyer tewes. Yth esa ow pesya an jynn-setha dinewi alkan marwel war dhewdhgow a zombis esa ow frosa dre borth an bennskol hag yn Gromman Kollji. Yth esa keffrys eseli an para, a’ga gorwedh war an gerdhva, ow keworra dhe’n sommenn ma dre dennans aga arvow byghan orth an keth kostennow. Nyns esa zombis vyth ow tremena an porth a-der nebes treys-hys kyns aga bos gwrys dhe goedha. Bern an korfow re devsa dhe ughelder euthyk yn berrdermyn. Yth esa an ughella le ow sevel ogas dhe seyth troes-hyns. Byttegyns, y teuth an dus anvarow, dyegrys ha hwath ow korleski, yn-unn- grambla a-dreus an dus anvarow erell (lemmyn marow yn hwir). Lemmyn, an re na a veu ynwedh skethennys gans alkan marwel – ha koedha mar vuan ha’n re a goedhsa seulabrys, aga horfow yndanna, hag i kramblys warnedha. Pyth o ‘m omglywyansow vy ha my mirys orth an krow ma? A yllyn aga gorra a-denewen yn sempel drefenn na vos an greadoryon ma yn hwir denel? Ny yllyn gul henna yn hwir. Nebes yntredha re via kesstudhyoryon dhymm nans o nebes dydhyow. Dres henna, yth esa ow broder ow honan, a’y blatt rybov, ow mires an hwarvosow euthyk, meur y luwder. Hag eev, ynwedh, o onan a’n vestes isella-es-denel. Ha, dres henna, my a glywo hwath galar Davydh – po mynnen po na vynnen. Ni a viras, agan dhew, dres ugens mynysenn martesen – po moy - hag ena y hwarva neppyth nag o gwaytyes mann: heb gwarnyans, y hedhis klattrans an jynn-setha poes. A remaynya dhodho pellennow? Yn sur, an KSD re via kargys gans boksasow a bellennow-grogys rag an jynn-setha. Byttegyns, wosa y denna heb lett dres termyn hir lowr, y talvien barel an jynn-setha dhe vos bros. Ytho, martesen, ... My a welas an hembrynkyas dhe lamma y’n ynworrans hag assaya porres handla rannow an arv dawesek – heb sewena apert. An jynn re dhothya ha bos glenys fast, yn sertan.

Don’t go that way; it’s a dead end.
Na ge a’n tu na; fordh dhall yw.

If (only) I were dead from the world !
a pena marow a'n bys!

♦ the w. will be killed an voren a vyth ledhys OM; the w. is already dead nans ew an voren marow; thou w. chy voren OM ty voren
♦ the w. will be killed an voren a vyth ledhys OM; the w. is already dead nans ew an voren marow; thou w. chy voren OM ty voren

buried a. esp. of body encledhys; anterys; cledhys, phr. dead and b. marow ha cledhys Thomson c. 1777, cf. marow ha encledhys SA; esp. of things gorerys gen dor; gorrys e'n dor See 'bury'.
buried a. esp. of body encledhys; anterys; cledhys, phr. dead and b. marow ha cledhys Thomson c. 1777, cf. marow ha encledhys SA; esp. of things gorerys gen dor; gorrys e'n dor See 'bury'.

1 THESSALONIANS 4 Living to Please God 1As for other matters, brothers and sisters, we instructed you how to live in order to please God, as in fact you are living. Now we ask you and urge you in the Lord Jesus to do this more and more. 2For you know what instructions we gave you by the authority of the Lord Jesus. 3It is God’s will that you should be sanctified: that you should avoid sexual immorality; 4that each of you should learn to control your own body in a way that is holy and honorable, 5not in passionate lust like the pagans, who do not know God; 6and that in this matter no one should wrong or take advantage of a brother or sister. The Lord will punish all those who commit such sins, as we told you and warned you before. 7For God did not call us to be impure, but to live a holy life. 8Therefore, anyone who rejects this instruction does not reject a human being but God, the very God who gives you his Holy Spirit. 9Now about your love for one another we do not need to write to you, for you yourselves have been taught by God to love each other. 10And in fact, you do love all of God’s family throughout Macedonia. Yet we urge you, brothers and sisters, to do so more and more, 11and to make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own business and work with your hands, just as we told you, 12so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody. Believers Who Have Died 13Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. 15According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. 16For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. 17After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. 18Therefore encourage one another with these words.
1 THESSALONIANYS 4 Bewnans Plegadow dhe Dhuw 1Wor'tiwedh ytho, a vreder, ni a'gas pys ha keski y'n Arloedh Yesu, kepar dell dhegemmersowgh dhiworthyn ni fatell goedh dhywgh kerdhes ha plegya dhe Dhuw, kepar dell gerdhowgh dhe wir, may palshahowgh dhe voy. 2Rag hwi a woer an gorhemmynnow a resen dhywgh der an Arloedh Yesu. 3Rag hemm yw bodh Duw, agas sansheans, hwi dhe omwitha rag fornikashyon, 4dhe wodhvos pubonan ahanowgh fatell wittho y gorf y honan yn sansoleth hag enor, 5heb passhyon drokhwans kepar ha'n Jentilys na aswonn Duw; 6heb treuspassya na gul kamm dh'y vroder na'y doella y'n dra ma, rag bos an Arloedh dialor yn oll an taklow ma, kepar dell leversyn dhywgh kyns ha desta. 7Rag ny'gan gelwis Duw dhe vostedhes, mes yn sansoleth. 8Rakhenna, neb a skon, ny wra skonya mab-den mes Duw a re y Spyrys Sans dhywgh ynwedh. 9A-dro dhe gerensa a'n vreder, ny'gas beus edhomm my dhe skrifa dhywgh, rag hwi re beu dyskys gans Duw dhe gara an eyl y gila, 10ha dhe wir, hwi a wra hemma rag an vreder oll der oll Masedonia. Mes ni a'gas pys, a vreder, may palshahowgh dhe voy, 11ha strivya yn freth dhe vos kosel, ha gul agas taklow hwi, hag oberi gans agas diwla hwi, kepar dell worhemmynnsyn dhywgh, 12may kerthowgh gans onester a-rag an re a-ves, ha ma na vo edhomm dhywgh a dravyth. Devedhyans an Arloedh 13Ny vynnyn hwi dhe vos heb godhvos, a vreder, a-dro dhe'n re a gosk, ma na vewgh grevys kepar ha'n re erell heb govenek. 14Rag mar krysyn Yesu dhe verwel ha dasserghi, yndella ynwedh, dre Yesu, Duw a dhre ganso an re re goskas. 15Hemma a leveryn dhywgh dre er an Arloedh: ni, neb a vew ha neb yw gesys bys yn devedhyans an Arloedh, ny wren mos mann kyns an re re goskas. 16Rag an Arloedh y honan gans kri gorhemmynn, gans lev arghel, ha gans hirgorn Duw, a dhiyskynn dhiworth nev, ha'n re varow yn Krist a sev yn kynsa. 17Ena ni, neb yw yn few, neb yw gesys, a vydh kemmerys war-barth gansa yn kommol dhe vetya an Arloedh y'n ayr; hag yndella pup-prys y fydhyn gans an Arloedh. 18Ytho, kennerthewgh an eyl y gila gans an geryow ma.

4I am a stranger and a sojourner with you: give me a possession of a buryingplace with you, that I may bury my dead out of my sight.
4‘My yw alyon ha godriger yn agas mysk; grontyewgh dhymm perghennogeth rag ynkleudhva genowgh, may hylliv ynkleudhyas an korf mes a'm golok.’

Out! alas! I am dead!
Out, ellas, my yw marow!

After I composed myself, I realised that we had the rest of the day to fill in. I’m sure David would happily have gone back to the Hell-hole at Union House – so that he could lounge around with his zombie mates. But I was not going to cross swords again with that bitch-face “Gween” if I could possibly help it. “Hey, Dave! I’ve got a treat for you,” I exclaimed suddenly. “I’m going to take you to the movies.” I gave him no choice and firmly herded him out of Genevieve’s and into the Bug House. I had no idea if he still remembered what a movie was but I didn’t care. David was going to the movies whether he liked it or not. The shabby foyer of the Bug House was relatively untouched. There must have been no-one in it when the Apocalypse passed through. Did it happen at mid-day or thereabouts? No ‘session time’ then, I suppose – not during the week at a small single-screen suburban theatre. (Can you remember what one of those was?) I walked up the narrow staircase to the projection room. Now, you may think I would have no chance of getting the projector operating so that we would view a movie. But that’s where you’d be wrong. Dead wrong. This was in the days before video recorders, well before DVD’s, Blue-Ray and so on. So, schoolteachers needed to know how to operate simple movie projectors to show educational films to their classes. I was no teacher – but my dad was! Dad had done a proper Bell and Howell course and come out with a proper projectionist certificate – very pretty, very impressive. I asked him to bring the school projector home and show me how it worked. He obliged my demands and thus I knew the rudiments of the projectionist’s craft. That said, the projectors (there were 2) that confronted me in the projectionist room of the Carlton Movie House were very different to the one that Dad had brought home from school. A lot bigger. A lot more buttons and levers. I got one of them working in under half an hour (but I think I might have, sort of, broken the other one – sorry, Mr Projectionist).
Wosa my dhe omgalmynsi, my a dheuth konvedhes bos remenant an jydh bos lenwys. Sur en Davydh dhe vynnes dehweles dhe doll-ifarn yn-dann Chi an Kesunyans – may halla omdhiskwitha gans y vatys-zombi. Byttegyns, ny vynnen kledhya arta, an eyl dh’y gila, gans an fas-gast na, “Gwin” mars o possybyl dh’avoydya henna. “Hou, ‘Dhav! Yma dhymm neppyth arbennik ragos,” a griis vy a-dhistowgh. “Y fynnav dha gemmeres dhe’n fylmow.” Yn hwir, nyns esa dewis dhodho ha my herhdyes Davydh yn-mes Chi Gwynnuwer hag y’n Chideurek. Nyns esa dhymm tybyans vyth mar porthas ev kov hwath pyth o fylm mes ny vern. My a erviras Davydh dhe vones dhe’n fylmow mars o henna da ganso po nag o. Nyns o mar devys an sal-dynnargh usys y’n Chideurek. Possybyl o nag esa denvyth ynno pan dremensa an Gordhroglamm. A hwarsa ev hanterdydh po ogas? Nyns esa esedhek vyth ena y’n sinema, dell grysav – dhe’n lyha, nyns esa huni dy’gweythyow yn sinema byghan owth oberi gans skrin unnsel yn ranndra. (A yllowgh hwi perthi kov neppyth a’n par na?) My a yskynnas grisfordh ynn dhe’n sal-projektyans. Wel, y hallsewgh krysi nyns esa chons vyth a’m godhvos oberi an jynn-towlyans may hallen gweles fylm. Mes henn a via kammgemmeryans meur. Pur veur. Termyn o kyns bosva rekordyansow-gwydhyow, meur a dermyn kyns platennow rivennek po ‘Blue-Ray’ ha’n re erell. Ytho, yth esa edhomm dhe’n dhyskadoryon a wodhvos oberi an jynnow-towlyans sempel – rag diskwedhes fylmow adhyskansel dh’aga klassow. Nyns en dyskador heb mar – byttegyns, mab dyskador en vy! Ow thas re wrussa steus soedhogel “Bell ha Howell” rag gwaynya testskrif (pur deg ha splann) may eth ha bos towlyansyth ewn. My a wovynnas orto a dhri jynn-towlyans dhe-dre dhiworth an skol rag diskwedhes dhymm dell o oberys. Akordyes o hag, ytho, my a gonvedhi an kynsa traow a-dro dhe greft an towlyansyth. Kepar dell leveris, an jynnow-towlyansow (yth esa dew anedha) a sevis a- dheragov yn sal-towlyansyth an Chi Fylmow Karlton o poran dihaval dhe’n huni a dhegsa dhe-dre Tas dhiworth skol. Brassa yn feur. Meur a votonyow hag a golpesow. My a sewenas kul oberi onan yntredha wosa a-dro dhe hanter-our (mes, dell grysav, possybyl yw, wel, my dhe derri an huni arall – drog yw genev, a Vester Towlyansyth).

This one, look, is dead.
Hemma, ottava, marow.