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Yma diwros koth dhymm.langbot langbot
The Rood Screen is one of the most splendid in Cornwall. It dates back to medieval times and celebrates the marriage of John Godolphin of Boskenna to Elizabeth Killigrew in the mid to late 15th century. The two coats of arms carved in the centre of the top beam are of the Killigrew and Godolphin families.
Kas yw genev an howl.langbot langbot
The Atlantic horse mackerel (Trachurus trachurus) is a species of jack mackerel in the family Carangidae.[2] It gets its common name from the legend that other smaller species of fish could ride on its back over great distances. Other common names include European horse mackerel (in the U.S.), common scad, scad, and saurel.
Ple fydh Tomm?langbot langbot
A story for children about what happens when people start interfering with the natural environment too much; the natural environment (in this case hundreds of seagulls) gets its own back by interfering with their town! An amusing story with an important environmental message.
A yll Tom dos ynwedh?langbot langbot
At last they came to a narrow gate in a thick hedge. Nothing could be seen of the house in the dark: it stood back from the lane in the middle of a wide circle of lawn surrounded by a belt of low trees inside the outer hedge. Frodo had chosen it, because it stood in an out-of-the-way corner of the country, and there were no other dwellings close by. You could get in and out without being noticed. It had been built a long while before by the Brandybucks, for the use of guests, or members of the family that wished to escape from the crowded life of Brandy Hall for a time. It was an old-fashioned countrified house, as much like a hobbit-hole as possible: it was long and low, with no upper storey; and it had a roof of turf, round windows, and a large round door.
Ny vynnav vy dybri.langbot langbot
Peter on the one side drew out a sword and cut off the ear of one of them close to the head. christ set the ear completely back in its place and restored it very comfortably, as handsomely as it had been.
Tom a verwis nans yw teyr bledhen.langbot langbot
I got my first real six-string Bought it at the five-and-dime Played it 'til my fingers bled Was the summer of '69 Me and some guys from school Had a band and we tried real hard. Jimmy quit, Jody got married I should've known we'd never get far Oh, when I look back now That summer seemed to last forever And if I had the choice Yeah, I'd always wanna be there Those were the best days of my life Ain't no use in complainin' When you've got a job to do Spent my evenings down at the drive-in And that's when I met you, yeah Standin' on your mama's porch You told me that you'd wait forever Oh, and when you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life Oh, yeah. Back in the summer of '69, oh Man we were killin' time We were young and restless We needed to unwind I guess nothin' can last forever, forever, no! Yeah! And now the times are changin' Look at everything that's come and gone Sometimes when I play that old six-string I think about you, wonder what went wrong Standin' on your mama's porch You told me that it'd last forever Oh, and when you held my hand I knew that it was now or never Those were the best days of my life Oh, yeah Back in the summer of '69, oh It was the summer of '69, oh, yeah Me and my baby in '69, oh It was the summer, the summer, the summer of '69, yeah!
Ty a boon.langbot langbot
As we walked down the stairs into what had become a fetid pit, a cat greeted us. When I say ‘greeted’, that is a relative term. Actually, it hissed loudly at me and then growled deeply, with real menace. I was definitely not welcome down there as far as it was concerned. Apparently, it could tell the difference between me and the other residents. It liked them. It didn’t like me. How curious. As I tried to ease my way down the stairs, passing the small, hissing fury, its eyes suddenly widened to the size of saucers and its ears flattened back onto its head. It repeated its hiss of warning. “Fuck off, puss!” I said, in a friendly tone. Apparently, it didn’t like bad language because, with that, it reared up on its hind legs and made a standing vertical leap for my face. I weaved backwards and, in any event, it didn’t quite reach the height of my face but, as it dropped back to the ground, it caught its claws in my thigh and clung there. Naturally, it also sank its teeth into my flesh as hard as it could and, muffled by its mouthful, growled menacingly. There was pain, considerable pain. One or two of the assembled zombies made noises that sounded suspiciously like laughter. (Do zombies have a sense of humour? If so, I didn’t think much of it.) I grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck and peeled it off my leg – there was an audible sound of my skin tearing, ever so slightly, beneath my jeans. I held the cat before my eyes – it was still growling and spitting but temporarily immobilised by the same ‘hold’ that its mother had once used on it when it was a kitten. I shaped to hurl the little monster far away from me – but, as I did so, I noticed the zombies, as one, abruptly stared at me. So, I stopped mid-throw. Did these zombies really care what I did with an apparently feral – and certainly out of control – cat?
My a vynn hwath kewsel orthis.langbot langbot
‘But that, of course, would only make the evil part of him angrier in the end - unless it could be conquered. Unless it could be cured.’ Gandalf sighed. ‘Alas! there is little hope of that for him. Yet not no hope. No, not though he possessed the Ring so long, almost as far back as he can remember. For it was long since he had worn it much: in the black darkness it was seldom needed. Certainly he had never “faded”. He is thin and tough still. But the thing was eating up his mind, of course, and the torment had become almost unbearable.
Da yw genev dha geun.langbot langbot
After some time they crossed the Water, west of Hobbiton, by a narrow plank-bridge. The stream was there no more than a winding black ribbon, bordered with leaning alder-trees. A mile or two further south they hastily crossed the great road from the Brandywine Bridge; they were now in the Tookland and bending south-eastwards they made for the Green Hill Country. As they began to climb its first slopes they looked back and saw the lamps in Hobbiton far off twinkling in the gentle valley of the Water. Soon it disappeared in the folds of the darkened land, and was followed by Bywater beside its grey pool. When the light of the last farm was far behind, peeping among the trees, Frodo turned and waved a hand in farewell.
Ple’ma Britney Spears?langbot langbot
‘Well no; but I have heard something that has made me anxious and needs looking into. If I think it necessary after all for you to get off at once, I shall come back immediately, or at least send word. In the meanwhile stick to your plan; but be more careful than ever, especially of the Ring. Let me impress on you once more: don’t use it!’
Yma ki ow ponya y'n park.langbot langbot
He struck out at the limbs that sought to ensnare me and rounded upon the encroaching zombies. They fell back a little in surprise: zombies never struck other zombies, it seemed. Then it came: a primeval roar that raised the small hairs on the back of my neck. It erupted violently from within David and seared those who would seize and devour me. I could describe it as the roar of a lion in his prime – but that would not do it justice. It was much more impressive than that. It said, quite simply: “Leave him alone – he’s my brother.” And they did. Some of the zombies actually sprinted away, apparently trembling with fear. (Did zombies ever feel fear?) But most just feigned disinterest and wandered off. I embraced my zombie brother. He seemed unable to return my embrace but, as I said, there was a deep recognition of me within him that could not be denied. I took his hand in mine. We, in turn, ‘wandered off’.
Nyns eus marth dhymm.langbot langbot
‘Yes, sir. I don’t know how to say it, but after last night I feel different. I seem to see ahead, in a kind of way. I know we are going to take a very long road, into darkness; but I know I can’t turn back. It isn’t to see Elves now, nor dragons, nor mountains, that I want - I don’t rightly know what I want: but I have something to do before the end, and it lies ahead, not in the Shire. I must see it through, sir, if you understand me.’
Yth esa drog penn dhymm.langbot langbot
The four hobbits stepped off the ferry. Merry was tying it up, and Pippin was already leading the pony up the path, when Sam (who had been looking back, as if to take farewell of the Shire) said in a hoarse whisper:
Lever ow bos klav.langbot langbot
47 While he was still speaking, Judas, one of the Twelve, arrived. With him was a large crowd armed with swords and clubs, sent from the chief priests and the elders of the people. 48 Now the betrayer had arranged a signal with them: “The one I kiss is the man; arrest him.” 49 Going at once to Jesus, Judas said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed him. 50 Jesus replied, “Do what you came for, friend.”[d] Then the men stepped forward, seized Jesus and arrested him. 51 With that, one of Jesus’ companions reached for his sword, drew it out and struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his ear. 52 “Put your sword back in its place,” Jesus said to him, “for all who draw the sword will die by the sword. 53 Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels? 54 But how then would the Scriptures be fulfilled that say it must happen in this way?” 55 In that hour Jesus said to the crowd, “Am I leading a rebellion, that you have come out with swords and clubs to capture me? Every day I sat in the temple courts teaching, and you did not arrest me. 56 But this has all taken place that the writings of the prophets might be fulfilled.” Then all the disciples deserted him and fled.
Euthyk yw an gewer hedhyw.langbot langbot
We continued up a short driveway the name of which escapes me (Melba Drive, perhaps?) and turned right – over the top of an ancient and revered tree. (I believe it had been planted by the founders of the University to celebrate some significant event or other – which no-one now remembered. It has been classified by the National Trust, I’m told. Yes, we were doing good work here!) We rumbled on a slight decline towards the Bailieu entrance – on the way collecting a couple of stray bollards (not yet classified by the National Trust). And then, as I squeezed the brake pedal once more, I drove past the entrance of the library and prepared for my pièce de la résistance. “What the fuck?” yelled Paul. “You’ve missed the doors. Now we’ll have to run the gauntlet of the zombies to get inside.” “Pas du tout. Du calme, mon ami,” I said. (Don’t forget that Paul and I could speak passable French.) “Watch and be amazed.” I brought the lumbering beast to a complete halt – without stalling it – and grinned at Paul and Charles. They didn’t grin back. Their expressions looked decidedly grim. For me, this next bit was the easiest. Prior to this day, most of my truck driving had actually been in reverse gear – shifting the trucks around the yard of the IPEC depot. So, reversing was my best thing – comparatively. And so it proved. In a single sweep, with skilful use of my side mirrors, I backed the truck to within a few feet of the library’s glass doors. I didn’t want to get too close – smashing through the barricaded doors would have been a less than desirable outcome – unless, of course, you were a zombie waiting to get inside and devour whoever you might meet. As I had been backing, I could see admiring – but definitely gaunt – faces pressed to the inside of the library’s windows. The zombies that had been milling about outside also stopped to observe my performance. Were they impressed? Who cared! I was enjoying myself.
Seytek bloodh yw ow hothman.langbot langbot
The hobbits did not understand his words, but as he spoke they had a vision as it were of a great expanse of years behind them, like a vast shadowy plain over which there strode shapes of Men, tall and grim with bright swords, and last came one with a star on his brow. Then the vision faded, and they were back in the sunlit world. It was time to start again. They made ready, packing their bags and lading their ponies. Their new weapons they hung on their leather belts under their jackets, feeling them very awkward, and wondering if they would be of any use. Fighting had not before occurred to any of them as one of the adventures in which their flight would land them.
Howlyek yw an gewer.langbot langbot
The hoofs drew nearer. They had no time to find any hiding-place better than the general darkness under the trees; Sam and Pippin crouched behind a large tree-bole, while Frodo crept back a few yards towards the lane. It showed grey and pale, a line of fading light through the wood. Above it the stars were thick in the dim sky, but there was no moon.
Yma dhedhi seyth mab.langbot langbot
Frodo drew the Ring out of his pocket again and looked at it. It now appeared plain and smooth, without mark or device that he could see. The gold looked very fair and pure, and Frodo thought how rich and beautiful was its colour, how perfect was its roundness. It was an admirable thing and altogether precious. When he took it out he had intended to fling it from him into the very hottest part of the fire. But he found now that he could not do so, not without a great struggle. He weighed the Ring in his hand, hesitating, and forcing himself to remember all that Gandalf had told him; and then with an effort of will he made a movement, as if to cast it away - but he found that he had put it back in his pocket.
Yw hemma dha gensa apposyans?langbot langbot
But after a few more hours, seeing we still had significant numbers present, and with people answering the call to come back, they gave up and went home. It should have been a really empowering day, and in many ways it was. I think, for many people, it was. And it was great to share small gestures of solidarity with refugees, too— smiling and waving through the windows.
Pyth esowgh hwi ow hwilas?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.
Gwynn yw ow heun.langbot langbot
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Res yw dhymm gul hemma.langbot langbot
The others looked at him. The shadow of the fear of the Black Riders came suddenly over them again. Ever since they had entered the Forest they had thought chiefly of getting back to the Road; only now when it lay beneath their feet did they remember the danger which pursued them, and was more than likely to be lying in wait for them upon the Road itself. They looked anxiously back towards the setting sun, but the Road was brown and empty.
Ple’ma dha dhewlagas?langbot langbot
Gandalf looked at Frodo, and his eyes glinted. I knew much and I have learned much,’ he answered. ‘But I am not going to give an account of all my doings to you. The history of Elendil and Isildur and the One Ring is known to all the Wise. Your ring is shown to be that One Ring by the fire-writing alone, apart from any other evidence.’ ‘And when did you discover that?’ asked Frodo, interrupting. ‘Just now in this room, of course,’ answered the wizard sharply. ‘But I expected to find it. I have come back from dark journeys and long search to make that final test. It is the last proof, and all is now only too clear. Making out Gollum’s part, and fitting it into the gap in the history, required some thought. I may have started with guesses about Gollum, but I am not guessing now. I know. I have seen him.’
Nyns esewgh ena.langbot langbot
Just down the road, the University Café (not as popular as Tamani’s) was in better shape and so I cheerfully got into their cupboards and fridge to stock up on essential items. I took mainly stuff that was in tins and cans so that it would last. They had a stock of tinned hams and plum puddings, apparently left over from Christmas. Fine by me – so I took as many as I could carry in the back- pack I retrieved along the way. (Don’t ask me who was wearing it at the time – they weren’t going to need it again, I promise you.) I tried to encourage David to share the load with me – I even found another back-pack for him. But he was having none of it. Apparently, zombies don’t do the beast-of-burden thing. (A fact well worth remembering, I’m sure.) In any event, David was getting twitchy again. At first, I thought it must have been hunger (oh no!) but he was just bored. I offered him an apple that I had just swiped from the University Café. He snatched at it and threw it away in disgust. (What had I been thinking? Fruit? For a zombie?) So, I selected another from a nearby basket and bit into it. It wasn’t that fresh – it had been sitting around for over a week – but it was okay (and, unlike the pancakes, it didn’t make me throw up.) How to avoid going back to Union House – that was the pressing problem. Where would any self-respecting zombie prefer to go – other than a charnel house full of zombies (and one psychopathic cat)? Then it struck me: “Hey, Dave! Wanna go to the cemetery? You know, the big one that’s just near here?” He stopped twitching. That was a good sign. But did he know what I was talking about? Possibly, he did. Zombie intelligence is not an easy thing to understand – and, in David’s case, it was complicated by the fact (as I knew) that he could tap into my own mind to boost whatever wit he had been left with following his death. I was like a poorly connected hard-drive, I suppose (though hard-drives, external or otherwise, were unheard of at that time).
Nyns yw res dhis mos ena.langbot langbot
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