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(obsolete except in dialects) Dirt, filth.
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4608 Lanwes Ughel dhe Benn an Gores — gorhel tro ethen Alexandra, 127 tonnas, 126 tros-hys y hirder, yn unn wrothtreylya ryb entrans an Dowrgleudh Teyl Tamar yn 1906. 44.4716
My a vynn ri dhodho y lyver a-vorow.langbot langbot
(hkg.) (selvenek) berlynn rudh yn-unn rezek dre wythi yn korfow kreaturez rag mentena arc'hwelow bywa blood; krow gore; linaja blood-line; perthynyanz connection; skoellva-woez bloodshed
Res yw dhymm gul hemma.langbot langbot
gore
Ow mamm a’m kar.langbot langbot
blood (n.) (basic) 1 a life-giving fluid in animals goez, lin; b gore; shed blood; spilt blood krow, goez; c congealed or hardened blood mol; 2 a descent; origin devedhyanz; b blood-line agh, goez of one ~ (adj.) unnwoez; 3 a bloodshed skoellva- woez, krow, goez; b slaughter; death ladhva, goez; 4 courage; mettle dagolonn, kolonn; 5 devedhyanz, ~ow
Ple'ma an lyverva?langbot langbot
krow (1) HANOW GOROW krowyow / HANOW LIESPLEK hut, shed, sty krow (2) HANOW GOROW bloodshed, gore [dictionary]
My a wrug ponya.langbot langbot
Gore Vidal
Yeyn ov.langbot langbot
8502 Y'n jydh hedhyw forsakyes yw an Dowrgleudh Teyl Tamar, hag ytho y hworfenn gorholyans an Tamar yn-dann an gores. 17.182
Ny yll'ta esedha ena.langbot langbot
gore [hanow kadarn]
Yw ow gorthyp ewn?langbot langbot
8878 Yth esa gans an dowrgleudh unn lok esa desedhys orth Penn an Gores, neb 200 lath (182.9 meter) kyns Gasweythva Dowrgonna. 55.7823
Ny vynnons dos.langbot langbot
For the moment, I put this to one side. I entered the Student Union shop – which seemed relatively unscathed. The shop contained the usual university memorabilia: tee-shirts, trophies, commemorative plates etc. But I was not interested in those. At the back of the shop, sitting unloved on the shelves, was a pile of bedding sets: sheets and pillowcases. That’s what I needed. I collected two sheets emblazoned with the university crest and motto (“Postera Crescam Laude”) and took them outside to where Meryl lay. Collecting her remains into the sheets was not pleasant but it was done swiftly – as the sated zombies lounged about the scene of her death, looking on with what seemed like puzzlement. There was no time to bury her, of course, but I gently placed her remains inside a large wooden planter box which was otherwise vacant at the time. I mumbled a Hail Mary and an Our Father – no time for a whole decade of the rosary – and then covered the planter box with a few branches that I hastily pulled from some nearby garden bushes. That’s as near as I could get to a funeral for Meryl. (Afterwards, I remembered that she’d told me her father was a lay preacher in the Methodist church. Perhaps, I’d had this in the back of my mind at the time? Dunno.) After concluding the prayer, I sighed deeply and turned away from the planter box. There, standing before me, was my dear zombie brother, grinning happily, his stomach full of fresh meat. About his face was smeared the drying remains of our recently deceased classmate. A little gore hung from his (then) fashionably long hair. He seemed very pleased with his efforts. Without thinking, I slapped his face hard. He kept grinning. Then, he placed the back of his hand lightly on my own belly and emitted a satisfied groan. For just a moment, I felt a flash of warmth within my own, empty, stomach. I felt what he was feeling.
Tom a enowis an tan.langbot langbot
gore; skoellva woes bloodshed; ladhva slaughter, death
A wodhes neuvya?langbot langbot
bloodshed - gore
My a vynn oberi.langbot langbot
“Good morning, gentlemen,” he said, with a broad smile. (Yuck – again.) “We have a few little, shall we say, ‘games’ to play this morning,” he continued. Then he turned to Ingrid and ordered: “Doctor, shave their heads and apply the electrodes, if you would be so kind.” “Electrodes”? That didn’t sound very promising. What was left of my afro was roughly shaven – David’s hair, too. I didn’t really care much about this but David grumbled and moaned enormously. (I wondered idly whether all zombies were such whingers.) I hadn’t previously noticed that he – or any other zombie, for that matter – took any particular pride in their locks. Indeed, all the zombies that I’d met seemed to make it a badge of honour to clot their hair up with as much dried blood and congealed gore as they could. It was just the indignity of the thing, I suppose. Soon, my newly-bald head was covered with shiny, stick-on electrode pads – carefully placed on me by the tasty (?) Ingrid. The electrodes were then attached to an ancient-looking EEG (electroencephalogram) in order to measure my brain waves. Ingrid and the Captain then started to take readings from the cathode ray tube. Lots of lovely wiggly lines being traced across the screen. What did it mean? Dunno. I suppose it meant my brain was working. Beyond that? Ask someone else. They did this for a while and made a whole bunch of fairly boring and unintelligible (to me, at least) remarks. Then it was David’s turn. Same deal: carefully placed, stick-on electrodes all over his bald cranium, hook up to EEG, read out screen. Result? A screen full of flat-line tracings. Not even a faint wobble on any line. Not the slightest tremble. “This man is dead,” observed Ingrid. (What a genius!) “Hmm,” responded the Captain. (Another genius.)
Nyns yw da gans Tom koffi gans sugra.langbot langbot
(hkg.) (selvenek) gore; skoellva-woez bloodshed; ladhva slaughter, death
Da yw genev eva.langbot langbot
6295 Skathow hir bys dhe 30 tonnas a yllas mos yn-rag mar bell avel Pons Nowyth yn Dowrgonna, Booker, F, Industrial Archaeology of the Tamar Valley, (1967) ow tremena'n gores (dhe Benn an Gores) dre dhowrgleudh 500 lath (457.2 meter) dhe'n west a'n avon. 75.2934
Yth esov ow redya an New York Times.langbot langbot
krow (1) HANOW GOROW krowyow / HANOW LIESPLEK hut, shed, sty krow (2) HANOW GOROW bloodshed, gore
Ple’mons i?langbot langbot
bloodshed - gore
Medhogyon on.langbot langbot
gooseberry n. eyrinen Maria f., col. eyrin Maria nc; moren spernek f., pl. morednow spernek, col. mor spernek nc gore v. telly ~ tolla; gwana, g. with a spear gwana gen gew; g. through the heart gwana der an colon WJ;
Yw hemma dha lyver?langbot langbot
gore
Pes bloodh os ta?langbot langbot
For the moment, I put this to one side. I entered the Student Union shop – which seemed relatively unscathed. The shop contained the usual university memorabilia: tee-shirts, trophies, commemorative plates etc. But I was not interested in those. At the back of the shop, sitting unloved on the shelves, was a pile of bedding sets: sheets and pillowcases. That’s what I needed. I collected two sheets emblazoned with the university crest and motto (“Postera Crescam Laude”) and took them outside to where Meryl lay. Collecting her remains into the sheets was not pleasant but it was done swiftly – as the sated zombies lounged about the scene of her death, looking on with what seemed like puzzlement. There was no time to bury her, of course, but I gently placed her remains inside a large wooden planter box which was otherwise vacant at the time. I mumbled a Hail Mary and an Our Father – no time for a whole decade of the rosary – and then covered the planter box with a few branches that I hastily pulled from some nearby garden bushes. That’s as near as I could get to a funeral for Meryl. (Afterwards, I remembered that she’d told me her father was a lay preacher in the Methodist church. Perhaps, I’d had this in the back of my mind at the time? Dunno.) After concluding the prayer, I sighed deeply and turned away from the planter box. There, standing before me, was my dear zombie brother, grinning happily, his stomach full of fresh meat. About his face was smeared the drying remains of our recently deceased classmate. A little gore hung from his (then) fashionably long hair. He seemed very pleased with his efforts. Without thinking, I slapped his face hard. He kept grinning. Then, he placed the back of his hand lightly on my own belly and emitted a satisfied groan. For just a moment, I felt a flash of warmth within my own, empty, stomach. I felt what he was feeling.
Piw yw ev?langbot langbot
gore
My a wel agas kath y’n lowarth.langbot langbot
gore
Skrif dhymm.langbot langbot
gore
My a breder y kews Tom Frynkek yn ta.langbot langbot
gore
Ny’m beus tokyn.langbot langbot
gooseberries grows HANOW KUNTELLEK growsen HANOW UNPLEK gooseberry bush growsvos HANOW GOROW growsvosow / HANOW LIESPLEK gore krow (2) HANOW GOROW
Gorhemynadow a Gernow!langbot langbot
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