exude oor Kornies

exude

/ɪkˈsud/, /ɪɡˈzud/ werkwoord

To discharge through pores or incisions, as moisture or other liquid matter; to give out.

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

gori

kruni

voorbeelde

hatch; kovia incubate; pourra fester; gorlina suppurate; kruni weep, exude
gori (verb-hanow)

(hkv.) hatch; kovia incubate; pourra fester; gorlina suppurate; kruni weep, exude
gori

exude, weep, fester
kruni (verb-hanow)

exude, weep, fester
kruni [hanow kadarn verbel / hanow verbel / verbhanow]

exude (v.) fester; weep kruni, gori; give off; release spysa, diveri
exude (v.) fester; weep kruni, gori; give off; release spysa, diveri

weep (v.) shed tears; cry dagrewi, skoellya dagrow, oela; sob hwla; exude; fester kruni, gori; blubber gwelven; ~ sadly, oela truan
weep (v.) shed tears; cry dagrewi, skoellya dagrow, oela; sob hwla; exude; fester kruni, gori; blubber gwelven; ~ sadly, oela truan

hatch; kovia incubate; pourra fester; gorlina suppurate; kruni weep, exude
gori [hanow kadarn verbel / hanow verbel / verbhanow]

exude
/ kruni / / /

exude
(v.) fester; weep kruni, gori;

release (v.) set free rydhhe, delivra, akwitya; set free; release; liberate livra, delivra; loose; untie; unbind frea; exude; give off spysa
release (v.) set free rydhhe, delivra, akwitya; set free; release; liberate livra, delivra; loose; untie; unbind frea; exude; give off spysa

exude
/ gori / / /

fester (v.) 1 a become septic ynfektya; b form pus pourra; c exude; weep gori, kruni; 2 a rot; decay kolva, pedri; b deteriorate; intensify podredha
fester (v.) 1 a become septic ynfektya; b form pus pourra; c exude; weep gori, kruni; 2 a rot; decay kolva, pedri; b deteriorate; intensify podredha

exude
fester; weep kruni, gori;

I put on the sergeant’s uniform. It fitted well. The boots fitted well also. But the slouch hat ...? It floated on top of my huge afro and then slid off the back completely. This was a problem. In any event, I thought, Sergeants in the Australian Army probably don’t have afro hair styles. I loved my afro. It was the object of envy of all my female friends. Many used to run their fingers through it – just to see if it were real. They were convinced, if it were real, that I used ‘one hundred and one’ hot rollers every night to maintain the style. This was not true. I didn’t do anything at all to it – just a very quick comb in the morning. Nothing more. However, the afro had to go – and go now. Fortunately, the person who had maintained the flowers in the crypt had left a large pair of scissors – used to trim the stems, I suppose. Anyway, in a few minutes, I had hacked the whole afro from my head. It lay on the floor like a dead creature. David retreated to a corner, staring at me. Perhaps he feared that his afro was next. But there was no need for that – not yet, in any case. So, how did the haircut look? Awful. But it would be hidden under the slouch hat. The hat fitted me now – and I didn’t look like Sergeant Hippy, only Sergeant Very Young. When I had completed dressing myself in the Sergeant’s uniform – and had duly straightened all the sharply pressed seams – I turned to David (who was still a little fearful) and exhibited myself: “Ta-dah! What do you think, mate? Do I exude an air of authority?” I’m not sure what, if anything, he thought of my new appearance. He remained stone-faced at the sight of me – though he did look me up and down. “No matter,” I said. “Now it’s your turn.” I bade him come forward to me but he merely retreated, grunting his disapproval. (Not a good start for my grand plan). I thus needed to gently cajole David for over an hour, a precious hour, before he relented and let me start removing his also recently washed – but even more stained and filthy – clothes.
My a omwiskas yn uniform an serjont. Desedhys yn ta o dhymm. Yndellna o an botasennow ynwedh. Byttegyns, an hatt ledan medhel ...? Yth heveli bos ow neuvella war ow blew-afrek bras hag ena ev a slynkyas dhiworth an delergh ow fenn ... ha war an leur. Kudynn o hemma. Yn neb kas, dell brederis, nyns eus serjons vyth yn Lu Ostralek a wisk aga blew yn furv afro meur. (Po dell grysyn). Da o genev yn feur ow afro vy. An acheson rag meur a envi yn mysk ow howethesow. Lies yntredha a wre resek aga bysies dredho – rag diskudha mar pe gwir. Meur o aga kryjyans – mar pe gwir – my dhe wul devnydh a ‘onan ha kans’ rolbrenyer toemm pub nos rag y witha y’n furv na. Byttegyns, nyns o henna gwir. Ny wrugavy travyth oll – saw kribans uskis myttinweyth. Travyth moy. Byttegyns, res o dhymm lemmyn ladha an blew afrek ma. Yn gwella prys, an den re withsa an bleujennow y’n gleudgell re assa gwelsigow bras – devnydhyes kyns rag aga godreghi, dell dhesevav. Yn neb kas, wosa nebes mynysenn, my re hakksa an afro dien dhiworth ow fenn. Yth esa a’y worwedh war an leur kepar ha kroadur marow. Davydh a gildennas yn korn, ow lagatta orthymm. Martesen, yth esa own dhodho drefenn tenkys y afro y honan. Byttegyns, nyns esa edhomm a’y dreghi – na hwath, dhe’n lyha. Ytho, fatell o furv ow blew wosa an hakkyans? Euthyk. Mes y hyllyn y gudha yn-dann an hatt ledan melen. Lemmyn, desedhys yn ta o keffrys – ha, dres henna, nyns en na fella “Serjont Hyppi”. Byttegyns, “Serjont Pur-Yowynk” en vy hwath. Pan omwisksen yn uniform dhien an serjont – ha pan wrussen ewn oll an gwriow gweskys yn ta – my a dreylyas dhe Dhavydh (hwath nebes ownek) hag omdhiskwedhes: “Tah-dah! Pyth a brederydh, ‘Vata? Eus ayr awtorita dhymmo vy?” Nyns ov sur pyth a brederis ev a-dro dhe’m mir nowydh. Y fisment a besyas bos meynek – kyn lagattas ev orthymm ughel hag isel. “Ny vern,” yn-medhav. “Lemmyn, dha dro jy yth yw.” My a wovynnas ev dhe dheuth yn-rag dhymmo vy mes ny wrug ev saw kildenna yn-unn-rogha dhymm y fowt akord. (Nyns o hemma dalleth da rag ow thowl konnyk.) Ytho, res o dhymm a flattra Davydh yn tov dres moy es our, our presyous, kyns ev dhe dhiserri rag gasa my dhe dhalleth y dhiwiska. Y dhillas, kynth o golghys a-gynsow, o plossa ha moy nemmys hogen ages ow huni.

exude [verb-hanow]
fester; weep kruni, gori;

(hkv.) exude, weep, fester
kruni