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her hands

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

hy diwleuv

Soortgelyke frases

now I give her into your hand
lemmyn y'th torn my a's re

I give her into your hand
y'th torn my a's re

voorbeelde

I plan to ask Morwenna for her hand in marriage and I hope I have your blessing.
My a vynn govyn orth Morwenna dhe dhemedhi genev ha my a wayt mayth usi agas benath warnav.

18And she said, Drink, my lord: and she hasted, and let down her pitcher upon her hand, and gave him drink.
18Hag yn-medh hi, ‘Yv, ow arloedh’, ha hi a fyskas dhe worra yn-nans hy fycher war hy dorn ha ri dhodho dhe eva.

The mistress felt herself constrained to rise and to open the door. Immediately a second witch entered, with two horns on her forehead, and in her hands a spinning wheel.
An vestres a omglewas hy bos konstrinys dhe sevel ha dh’ygeri an daras. A-dhesempis yth entras nessa gwragh, gans dew gorn war hy thal, hag yn hy diwleuv ros-nedha.

A door opened and in came Tom Bombadil. He had now no hat and his thick brown hair was crowned with autumn leaves. He laughed, and going to Goldberry, took her hand.
Daras a igoras ha Tom Bombadil a dheuth a-ji. Nyns esa hatt dhodho lemmyn, ha’y wols tew gorm o kurunys gans del kynyav. Ev a hwarthas, mos dhe Goldberri, ha’y synsi orth hy dorn.

She offers me her sweet hand
Y prov hi dorn hweg dhymmo vy

47And I asked her, and said, Whose daughter art thou? And she said, The daughter of Bethuel, Nahor's son, whom Milcah bare unto him: and I put the earring upon her face, and the bracelets upon her hands.
47Ena my a wovynnas orti, “Piw osta myrgh dhodho?” Hi a leveris, “Myrgh Bethuel, mab Nahor a dhineythis Milka dhodho.” Ytho my a worras an bysow war hy dewfrik ha'n breghelligow war hy diwla.

A shadow seemed to pass by the window, and the hobbits glanced hastily through the panes. When they turned again, Goldberry stood in the door behind, framed in light. She held a candle, shielding its flame from the draught with her hand; and the light flowed through it, like sunlight through a white shell.
Dell hevelis, skeus a dremenas orth an fenester, ha’n hobytow a viras yn skon dre’n weder. Pan wrussons i treylya arta, yth esa Goldberry ow sevel orth an daras a-dhelergh, framys gans golow. Hi a synsas kantol, ow skoesa y flamm erbynn an awel-glor gans hy dorn ha’n golow a livas dredhi, haval dhe howlsplann dre grogen wynn.

17 Now I give her into your hand
17 Lemmyn y'th torn my a's re

he took her by the hand
ev a's ledyas a'n dorn

He took her by the hand.
Ev a's ledyas a'n dorn.

I give her into your hand
/ y'th torn my a's re / / /

On the quayside, she stood with her basket in hand
War an kay 'th esa hi gans hy hanstell y'n dorn

17 Now I give her into your hand
16 ha govynn orti

now I give her into your hand
/ lemmyn y'th torn my a's re / / /

Now I give her into your hand
Lemmyn y'th torn my a's re

As he was looking and wondering, a beautiful lady approached him, wearing a necklace of pearls. She clasped his wrist with her little hand, and tried to pull him into the circle.
Hag ev ow mires hag owth omwovyn, y teuth arlodhes teg nes dhodho, ow kwiska delk a berlys. Hi a dhalghennas y gonna bregh gans hy leuv vyghan, hag assaya y denna a-berth y’n kylgh.

The mistress, supposing it was one of her neighbours in need of help, opened the door. A woman entered, with a couple of wool carders in her hands, and a horn on her forehead, as if it were growing there. She sat by the fire without making a sound, and started to card the wool hurriedly. Suddenly, she paused and said aloud, “Where are the women? They delay too long.”
An vestres, ow tesevos yth esa onan a’y hentrevogyon, hag edhom a weres dhodho, a ygoras an daras. Benyn a entras, gans kopel a gribyansow gwlan1 yn hy diwleuv, ha korn war hy thal, kepar dell esa ow tevi ena. Hi a esedhas ryb an tan heb gul son, ha dalleth kribya an gwlan yn unn fyski. Distowgh, hi a hedhis ha leverel yn ughel, “Ple’ma an benenes? I a dhelat dres termyn re hir.”

But when he looked at her he knew that she was dead, and the grasp of her hand was like a ring of fire around his wrist. He backed away in fear, for he saw that she was a beautiful girl that he had loved when he was a young man. He had given her a necklace of pearls, but she had died before she became a bride.
Mes, pan viras ev orti yth aswonis hy bos marow, ha dalghen hy leuv o kepar ha kylgh a dan a-dro dh’y gonna bregh. Ev a gildennas rag own, drefen ev dhe weles hy bos mowes teg re garsa ev pan o ev yonker. Ev re ros dhedhi delk a berlys, mes hi re verwis kyns hi dhe dhos ha bos benyn bries.

With shining hand by her were sawn,
Gans dorn ow splanna, gensi hesys,

One evening, while the feast was at its merriest, Ethna slid through the dance in a sheer silvery dress, her jewels sparkling like the stars in heaven. But suddenly she dropped her partner’s hand and sank to the floor in a faint.
Unn gorthugher, ha’n kevewi an moyha meri, Ethna a slynkyas dres an dons yn pows ylyn hag arghansek, hy thegennow ow terlentri kepar ha ster yn nev. Mes distowgh hi a asas dhe godha leuv hy hespar ha sedhi dhe’n leur yn unn glamdera.

But Frodo found no words to answer. He bowed low, and mounted his pony, and followed by his friends jogged slowly down the gentle slope behind the hill. Tom Bombadil's house and the valley, and the Forest were lost to view. The air grew warmer between the green walls of hillside and hillside, and the scent of turf rose strong and sweet as they breathed. Turning back, when they reached the bottom of the green hollow, they saw Goldberry, now small and slender like a sunlit flower against the sky: she was standing still watching them, and her hands were stretched out towards them. As they looked she gave a clear call, and lifting up her hand she turned and vanished behind the hill.
Mes ny gevis Frodo ger vyth rag gorthybi. Ev a omblegyas yn isel hag yskynna war y hoba, hag eth yn lent yn-nans an leder hwar a-dryv dhe’n vre, gans y gowetha ow mos yn unn sywya. Chi Tom Bombadyl ha’n nans, ha’n Koeswik a veu kellys mes a wel. An ayr a dheuth ha bos toemma yn mysk fosow glas ynter bre ha bre, ha blas a donn a yskynnas, krev ha hweg hag i owth anella. Pan dhrehedhsons i penn an gew las, i a dreylyas ha mires war-dhelergh ha gweles Goldberri, byghan ha moen lemmyn haval orth bleujenn yn-dann howlsplann erbynn an ebrenn: yth esa hi ow sevel stag, ow mires orta, ystynnys hy dewdhorn dhedha. Hag i dhe vires hi a wrug galow kler, yskynna dorn, treylya ha mos mes a wel a-dryv dhe’n vre.

11And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand;
11Ha lemmyn milligys osta dhiworth an dor re igoras y anow dhe dhegemmeres goes dha vroder dhiworth dha dhorn.

9but the dove found no rest for the sole of her foot, and she returned unto him into the ark, for the waters were on the face of the whole earth: then he put forth his hand, and took her, and pulled her in unto him into the ark.
9Mes ny gavas an golomm powesva rag godhen hy throes, ha hi a dhehwelis dhodho y'n gorhel, rag y feu an dowrow war enep oll an nor. Ena ev a ystynnas y leuv ha'y hachya, ha'y dri dhodho a-bervedh y'n gorhel,

David leaves – and comes back Jude came back to try and talk me around – about an hour later. David’s breathing had become extremely laboured. He was still fighting but, but like all the other guys bitten before him, was definitely losing the battle – just as we had all expected. Jude put her hand on my shoulder and said as gently as possible, in the circumstances: “It’s time, Pete. You can do no more. Leave him with us and we’ll attend to him.” Jude was OK, someone my Dad would have called ‘a good sort’ but, despite this, I turned to her and blind fury suddenly welled up in me: “I said he’s not going anywhere! Don’t you understand? My brother is not going to join the zombies outside.” She withdrew her hand slowly and flicked an almost imperceptible glance sideways. I felt my head explode briefly and then everything went black. This, apparently, was ‘Plan B’, the plan to use if I didn’t change my mind about casting David outside of the library and into the hands of the zombies. I awoke with a sickening pain in my head. Jude was beside me once again but I had been trussed up. I was lying on a cold, hard floor and couldn’t move. I looked at her. I’m not sure if she completely felt my hatred for her at what had happened. It’s just that she was the one who was there – she was thus the object of that hatred. She bowed her head and muttered: “It’s done, Pete. David died and we’ve put him outside. You can’t do anything more for him.” Bullshit! David and I were not just brothers. We were identical twins. His joy had always been my joy. His pain had always been my pain. And so it must always be.
Y has Davydh – ha dehweles. Jude a dhasdheuth rag ow ferswadya – wosa a-dro dh’unn our. Y fia ha bos anellans Davydh kales dres eghenn. Ev a wre hwath batel erbynn an kleves mes, kepar ha’n bolatys vrethys kyns, yth esa orth hy helli, yn sur, dell waytsen ni oll. Jude a worras hy leuv war ow skoedh ha leverel hwekka galla: “Termyn ywa, ‘Beder. Ny yllydh gul travyth moy. Gas e dhyn ni. Ni a yll attendya orto ev.” Hegar o Jude. Ow thas a allsa hy helwel “sort dha” mes, yn despit dhe henna, my a omdreylyas rag mires orti hag, a-dhistowgh, y tardhas dhiworthiv konnar dhall: “My re leveris seulabrys nag usi ev ow mos le vyth! A ny gonvedhyth? Ny omjun ow broder gans an zombis yn-mes.” Hi a dhasgemmeras hy leuv yn lent ha flykkya, anwelys yn ogas, gowolok a- denewen. Ena, yth heveli ow fenn dhe dardha – ha’n bys o du. Yn apert, ‘Towl B’ o hemma, an dowl bos devnydhyes mar ny dhaspredersen a- dro dhe dewlel Davydh yn-mes, yntra diwla an zombis. My a dhifunas gans dolor ow kwana dhe’m penn. Unnweyth arta, yth esa Jude a’y esedh rybov mes y fien kelmys gans kordenn. Yth esen a’m gorwedh war leur yeyn ha kales. Ny yllyn gwaya. My a viras orti. Nyns ov sur mars omglywo hi yn tien ow has rygdhi drefenn pyth re hwarsa. Yth o hyhi esa ena – ytho, yth o hyhi o amkan an kas na. Hi a dheklinyas hy fenn ha hanasa: “Gwrys yw, ‘Beder. Y ferwis Davydh ha ni re’n gorras yn-mes. Ny yllydh gul travyth moy ragdho ev.” Ass o bern kawgh! Nyns en breder hepken, Davydh ha my. Gevellyon gehevelep en ni. Y joy ev re via pup-prys ow joy vy. Y dholor ev re via pup- prys ow dolor vy. Hag yndellna a via res dhyn ni pup-prys. 19

He backed the waggon into the lane and turned it. ‘Well, good night to you all,’ he said. ‘It’s been a queer day, and no mistake. But all’s well as ends well; though perhaps we should not say that until we reach our own doors. I’ll not deny that I’ll be glad now when I do.’ He lit his lanterns, and got up. Suddenly he produced a large basket from under the seat. ‘I was nearly forgetting,’ he said. ‘Mrs. Maggot put this up for Mr. Baggins, with her compliments.’ He handed it down and moved off, followed by a chorus of thanks and good-nights.
Ev a gildennas an kert y’n bownder ha’y dreylya. ‘Wel, nos dha dhywgh hwi oll,’ ev a leveris. ‘Dydh koynt re beu, heb dout. Mes gorthugher da yw penn dydh da; kyn na vo gwiw leverel yndella erbynn ni dhe dhrehedes agan daras agan honan martesen. Ny vynnav nagha bos da genev pan wrav vy yndella.’ Ev a enowis y lugarnow, ha krambla y’n gador-lywya. Distowgh, ev a dhros kanstell vras diworth yn-danni. ‘Namna wrug vy ankevi,’ yn-medh ev. ‘Mrs. Magott a wrug henna rag Mr. Frodo, gans hy thrubytow*10.’ Ev a’n ros dhe Frodo ha gwaya dhe-ves, sywys gans levow a ras ha “nos dha”.