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in a hall
Yw da genes hemma?langbot langbot
Welcome a thousand times in my hall.
Da yw gensi choklet, ynwedh.langbot langbot
Where is there a big mirror? In the hall there’s one.
Res yw dhis gweles hemma.langbot langbot
There is a chair left in the hall.
Hi a vynn studhya ilow ha dons.langbot langbot
As they walked lip the green path from the gate no light was visible; the windows were dark and shuttered. Frodo knocked on the door, and Fatty Bolger opened it. A friendly light streamed out. They slipped in quickly and shut themselves and the light inside. They were in a wide hall with doors on either side; in front of them a passage ran back down the middle of the house.
Da yw genev keun, ynwedh.langbot langbot
The hobbits sprang to their feet in alarm, and ran to the western rim. They found that they were upon an island in the fog. Even as they looked out in dismay towards the setting sun, it sank before their eyes into a white sea, and a cold grey shadow sprang up in the East behind. The fog rolled up to the walls and rose above them, and as it mounted it bent over their heads until it became a roof: they were shut in a hall of mist whose central pillar was the standing stone.
Pymp bloodh warn ugens ov.langbot langbot
Pippin sat up and rubbed his eyes. He shivered. ‘There is a fire in the hall, and food for hungry guests,’ said an Elf standing before him.
Yw res dhymm gul henna?langbot langbot
There are people in front of the town hall. It's a long queue.
Hi a wel dha vargh.langbot langbot
But this machine was very useful to me. It gave me freedom. For example, I made use of it to travel from Bromley, where I lived, to the Fairfield Halls in Croydon, to see music concerts. I was a jazz fan. I saw the Duke Ellington Orchestra there, twice, and the Count Basie band. And, in a small hall in East London, I saw the American pianist Teddy Wilson, who played on famous recordings with Billie Holiday, Lester Young, and others, in the 1930s.
Res yw dhymm godhvos neppyth.langbot langbot
‘I shall get myself a bit into training, too,’ he said, looking at himself in a dusty mirror in the half-empty hall. He had not done any strenuous walking for a long time, and the reflection looked rather flabby, he thought.
An maw a dheber bara.langbot langbot
When he had overcome Sancho and pushed him out, Frodo collapsed on a chair in the hall. It’s time to close the shop, Merry,’ he said. ‘Lock the door, and don’t open it to anyone today, not even if they bring a battering ram.’ Then he went to revive himself with a belated cup of tea.
My a yll neuvya.langbot langbot
Inside in the hall there was piled a large assortment of packages and parcels and small articles of furniture. On every item there was a label tied. There were several labels of this sort:
Losow a dyv.langbot langbot
He had a great advantage in that he lived in the house next to the town hall. /
Yma va ow tybri aval.langbot langbot
He had a great advantage in that he lived in the house next to the town hall.
Res yw dhis gweles hemma.langbot langbot
Merry left them a long while in the hall, and they had time to discover their parting gift of spoons. It did not improve their tempers. Eventually they were shown into the study. Frodo was sitting at a table with a lot of papers in front of him. He looked indisposed - to see Sackville-Bagginses at any rate; and he stood up, fidgeting with something in his pocket. But he spoke quite politely.
Da yw genev choklet.langbot langbot
‘You shouldn’t listen to all you hear, Sandyman,’ said the Gaffer, who did not much like the miller. ‘There isn’t no call to go talking of pushing and pulling. Boats are quite tricky enough for those that sit still without looking further for the cause of trouble. Anyway: there was this Mr. Frodo left an orphan and stranded, as you might say, among those queer Bucklanders, being brought up anyhow in Brandy Hall. A regular warren, by all accounts. Old Master Gorbadoc never had fewer than a couple of hundred relations in the place. Mr. Bilbo never did a kinder deed than when he brought the lad back to live among decent folk.
Nyns on da ganso.langbot langbot
David didn’t “come quietly” – but he did come. The cattle-prod is a remarkably effective tool of persuasion, even on a zombie. Once again, we were blindfolded. Why I cannot say. Perhaps they didn’t want us getting familiar with the layout of the place. Perhaps they wanted to calm David down – though the cattle-prod had done a terrific job of revving him up. It’s amazing what 10,000 volts will do to even dead flesh. Soon enough, David and I found ourselves on stage in a large meeting hall. A lecture had apparently already commenced and we could hear the Captain’s voice droning on and on. He obviously enjoyed the sound of his own voice but I could not be so sure of the audience. Our blindfolds were removed and a curtain was raised to reveal all. David roared as if on cue and the hundreds of fresh-faced Yankee soldiers gasped as one. Pure theatre. I looked towards the Captain, standing at the microphone. He was in Seventh Heaven. I didn’t begrudge him his petty pleasure (not that one, anyway). After all, I was still alive and he held power of life and death over me and David. The audience resumed breathing. The lecture continued. Damn this man was boring! Over and over again he repeated the same broad observations concerning the appearance of zombies: grey skin colour, dull eyes, unkempt appearance, enlarged lips, ... Really basic stuff that any member of the audience could observe for himself within a matter of seconds. Did this man not have any insights of his own to offer? Evidently not. Still, this was hardly surprising. How long had he actually spent observing zombies and how many had he observed? Answers: not very long and probably only one. So, what made him think he was qualified to give a lecture to the troops on zombies?
Ny vynnav vy redya tra vydh.langbot langbot
We also look after archive collections from various theatre organisations in Cornwall, including Redruth Players, Truro Amateur Operatic and Dramatic Society and Hall for Cornwall and have a large poster collection advertising all kinds of different performances. Cornwall’s historic plen-an-gwaris , or outdoor theatres, are represented on maps in our collections.
Hi a dhibarthas a-varr.langbot langbot
“Very well, Captain,” I said. “You’re in charge. I don’t want to have a ten- thousand volt cattle-prod rammed up my arse again. That was absolutely excruciating!” (This, of course, was another lie. No-one had used a cattle-prod on me yet – but the Captain did not know this.) There were three cattle-prods leaning carelessly against the wall on the side of the stage. I pointed to them and fell silent. However, the discontent among the members of the audience was palpable – and audible. The Captain was not so stupid as to ignore the fact that he was rapidly losing the troops’ attention and, along with that, his own credibility. He flashed that creepy smile again. (Yuck!) “Now, now, Mr Zombie’s brother,” said the Captain. (He’d forgotten my name – it was of no importance to him.) “There’s no question of using the cattle- prods on you. You know that, don’t you? Those are just in case your brother gets out of hand.” “Let him speak!” shouted one of the bolder GI’s at the back of the hall. “We want to know what he has to say.” (And thus I had him!) The Captain’s deep sigh was not heard above the general hubbub that had now broken out. “Very well”, he shouted above the din. “I will allow him to take your questions but do remember he is not on our side. He was caught protecting a zombie.” “Caught protecting my only brother!” I corrected, now gaining in confidence. A young GI stepped forward to the microphone, introduced himself (“Private First class Brendan Swooper from Idaho”) and asked: “How come you’re not a zombie yourself when your twin brother is?” The answer to this was obvious to me (I’d not been bitten and David had) but that answer would have been incomplete and so I decided to muddy the waters a little. I guessed that no-one in the hall was in a position to correct me.
Ple’th esos ta?langbot langbot
We also look after archive collections from various theatre organisations in Cornwall, including Redruth Players, Truro Amateur Operatic and Dramatic Society and Hall for Cornwall and have a large poster collection advertising all kinds of different performances.
Hi a vynna metya orthiv.englishtainment-tm-jLkT3oFI englishtainment-tm-jLkT3oFI
A group of twenty people performed the short play and songs all in Cornish in the middle of the town, in five pubs and in the town hall.
Ny allav vy megi.langbot langbot
A group of twenty people performed the short play and songs all in Cornish in the middle of the town, in five pubs and in the town hall.
An ki ma yw bras.englishtainment-tm-JxN7jo3O englishtainment-tm-JxN7jo3O
And the people of Delabole were especially happy a few weeks later, when the team returned from Bodmin bringing the two Cups with them. The Captain, Cecil Thomas, and the Secretary F. Rush, set out in a car along with several supporters. They accepted the prizes in front of the Assize Hall. The British Legion Band, and a good number of Delabole people, were waiting at the western end of the village as they returned in the car adorned with the Slaters' colours. In his speech, R. C. J. Pearce gave thanks for the honour of being able to display the two Cups. For thirty years, he said, the Slaters had done their utmost to bring the cups home, and had deserved success more than once. He thanked the players, and the Club Committee, and praised the achievement of the Slaters. And then, the Slaters and their supporters marched through the village.
Ny yll'ta mos hwath.langbot langbot
The Cornish have their own stories to tell, that should be told in their own voices: a proud history and unique culture, a distinctive language, a demanding present and an inventive future. A particular perspective on the world that is shared by families and communities in pubs, social clubs, village halls, with theatre and music, at feasts and festivals around the year, the length and breadth of Kernow. But to an outside eye, Cornish culture is practically invisible, and where it is visible, it is diminished to a ‘local curiosity’ to view as part of the commodified
Pur yeyn o.langbot langbot
At the south end of the greensward there was an opening. There the green floor ran on into the wood, and formed a wide space like a hall, roofed by the boughs of trees. Their great trunks ran like pillars down each side. In the middle there was a wood-fire blazing, and upon the tree-pillars torches with lights of gold and silver were burning steadily. The Elves sat round the fire upon the grass or upon the sawn rings of old trunks. Some went to and fro bearing cups and pouring drink; others brought food on heaped plates and dishes.
Ny allav vy dos a-vorow.langbot langbot
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