muddy oor Kornies

muddy

/ˈmʌdi/ adjektief, werkwoord

Covered with or full of mud or wet soil.

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

leysek

leysyek

lysek

sloterek · slotterek · stronga

voorbeelde

muddled a. confused müskegys; kemyskys; en sowthan; en drafa; mixed meskys; kemyskys; tangled mellyes muddy a. leyjek; slotterüs d slottery; mucky, filthy ligüs d liggy;
muddled a. confused müskegys; kemyskys; en sowthan; en drafa; mixed meskys; kemyskys; tangled mellyes muddy a. leyjek; slotterüs d slottery; mucky, filthy ligüs d liggy;

He soon found that the thicket was closer and more tangled than it had appeared. There were no paths in the undergrowth, and they did not get on very fast. When they had struggled to the bottom of the bank, they found a stream running down from the hills behind in a deeply dug bed with steep slippery sides overhung with brambles. Most inconveniently it cut across the line they had chosen. They could not jump over it, nor indeed get across it at all without getting wet, scratched, and muddy. They halted, wondering what to do. ‘First check!’ said Pippin, smiling grimly.
Yn skon, ev a aswonnis an kaswydh dhe vos tewwa ha kolmekka es dell o y semlant. Nyns esa hyns vyth y’n lasneth, ha ny wrussons i mos war-rag yn skon. Pan strivsens I dhe-woeles an dorrlann, i a gavas gover ow frosa diworth an breow a-dhelergha, yn troghva down gans glannow serth ha slynkek ha gordevys gans spedhas. Gans dises meur, ev a droghas yn ewn a-dreus an hyns re dhewissens i. Ny allsens i po lamma dresto po y dreusi vytholl heb dos ha bos glyb, krevys, ha leysek. I a hedhas hag omdybi a-dro dhe’n pyth dh’y wul. ‘Kynsa hedh!’ yn-medh Pypyn yn unn vinhwerthin fell.

muddied a. covered in mud caglys; stag See 'muddy'.
muddied a. covered in mud caglys; stag See 'muddy'.

muddy (adj.) leyzek; slippery; miry kozus mugger (n.) ravner, ravnores, rafner,
muddy (adj.) leyzek; slippery; miry kozus mugger (n.) ravner, ravnores, rafner,

muddy
(adj.) leyzek

muddy
leysek

slippery (adj.) muddy; miry kozus
slippery (adj.) muddy; miry kozus

Cornwall has it all - from the sheltered tree-lined muddy creeks of our estuaries, to rugged granite cliffs, rocky reefs, islands and wide-sandy beaches to more specialist habitats such as ancient maerl beds – the Cornish equivalent of a coral reef.
Kernow a’s teves puptra – a’n heylennow leysek klys a’gan heylyow gans gwydh war an amal, dhe alsyow growanek garow, kribow karnek, enesow ha trethow tewesek ledan, dhe vewvaow moy arbennek kepar ha hen weliow marl – an ekwal kernewek a grib goral.

“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.
“Da lowr, ‘Gapten,” yn-medhav. “An mester osta. Ny vynnav pok-jatel a dheg mil volt bos herdhyes y’m tin unnweyth arta. Diwodhav o an payn na!” (Hemm o gow arall, heb mar. Denvyth re wrussa hwath gul a bok-jatel warnav – mes ny wrug an Kapten y wodhvos.) Yth esa tri fok-jatel ow poesa heb rach erbynn an paros ryb an gwarila. My a boyntyas troha’n tri ha koedha tawesek. Byttegyns, dises yntra’n woslowysi a ylli bos tevys – po ogas – ha klywys. Nyns o an Kapten mar wokki may hylli skonya aswonn koll attendyans an soudoryon ha, gans henna, y grysadewder y honan. Hag ena, y teuth arta an minhwarth skruthus na. (Thukk!) “Do’ way, ‘vester broder zombi,” yn-medh an Kapten. (Ev re ankovsa ow hanow, heb mar – nyns o a vri vyth dhodho.) “Gul pok-jatel warnos jy? Na. Ty a wra godhvos henna, a ny wreta. Yth esons ena rag omwitha yn sempel orth dha vroder, y’n kas bos edhomm dhyn y gontrolya.” “Gas e kewsel!” a armas onan yntra’n hardha soudoryon amerikanek, esedhys yn delergh an hel. “Y fynnyn godhvos pyth eus dhodho leverel.” (Hag, y’n fordh na, my re’n kachsa!) Ny veu klywys hanasans down dhiworth an Kapten drefenn hubbadrylsi re dhallathsa lemmyn. “Da lowr, da lowr,” a armas ev a-ugh an tervans. “My a re kummyas dhodho dhe gemmeres agas govynnow. Byttegyns, gwrewgh perthi kov: nyns yw ev a’gan tu. Kachyes o hag ev gwithys zombi.” “...kachyes hag ev gwithys y vroder - y vroder unnik!” a ewnhis vy, ow tevi ow hardhder. Souder Amerikanek yowynk a gerdhas yn-rag dhe’n mikrogowser hag omgommendya (“Souder keth, kynsa gradh, Brendan Stevyor dhiworth Idaho”) ha govynn: “Prag na dheuthys ha bos zombi dha honan pan dheuth ha bos dha vroder- gevell?” An gorthyp gwir o apert dhymm (ny vien brethys kepar dell via Davydh) mes ny via kowal an gorthyp na – hag ytho my a erviras kemmyska nebes an mater. My a dhesevas nag esa denvyth y’n hel a allsa ow hontradia.

Tom clapped his hands and cried: ‘Tom, Tom! your guests are tired, and you had near forgotten! Come now, my merry friends, and Tom will refresh you! You shall clean grimy hands, and wash your weary faces; cast off your muddy cloaks and comb out your tangles!’
Tom a dakyas y dhewdhorn ha kria: ‘Tom, Tom! dha westoryon yw skwith, ha namna wruss’ta ankovhe! Dewgh lemmyn, ow howetha lowen, ha Tom a vydh agas diskwitha! Hwi a yll glanhe diwleuv blos, ha golghi agas fasow skwith: gorra a-denewen agas huk leysyek ha kribas dhe-ves agas kolmow!’

slippery a. slynk; muddy, slimy leyjek
slippery a. slynk; muddy, slimy leyjek

Cornwall has it all - from the sheltered tree-lined muddy creeks of our estuaries, to rugged granite cliffs, rocky reefs, islands and wide-sandy beaches to more specialist habitats such as ancient maerl beds – the Cornish equivalent of a coral reef.
Kernow a's teves puptra – a'n heylennow leysek klys a'gan heylyow gans gwydh war an amal, dhe alsyow growanek garow, kribow karnek, enesow ha trethow tewesek ledan, dhe vewvaow moy arbennek kepar ha hen weliow marl – an ekwal kernewek a grib goral. [-1,2]

v. muddy s.one's name besmear, defame sclandra; drog üra; gül bismer dhe (nebonan); bismerya
v. muddy s.one's name besmear, defame sclandra; drog üra; gül bismer dhe (nebonan); bismerya

yn-unn berthi leyz muddy
leyzek [hanow gwadn]

muddy
slotterek [hanow gwann / hanow gwadn]

muddy
[hanow gwann / hanow gwadn] slotterek [avisyansow: slotteri – Late Corn.; slottere - Pryce 1778 ]

muddy
/ slotterek / adj /

muddy
/ slotterek / / hanow gwann / hanow gwadn /

miry (adj.) muddy; slippery kozus
miry (adj.) muddy; slippery kozus

yn unn berthi leys muddy
leysek (hanow gwann / hanow gwadn)

In 1669 ‘His Majesty’s Cosmographer’ John Ogilby commissioned a complete survey of the main highways of England, Cornwall and Wales, which had never before been attempted. Wheeled vehicles were not in common use in the west of Britain until the 1750’s, so the highways were no more than muddy bridleways. Careful research by Paul White has traced these highways, which still exist today, through Dorset, Somerset, Devon and Cornwall, making a fascinating journey into the past, both figuratively and in reality, for those with a mind to explore some of the quieter backwaters which traffic bypassed and time forgot.
Dhe 1669, ‘Kosmonydh Dhe’n Myghtern’ John Ogilby a a dhesedhas arhwithrans a fordhow meur Pow Sows, Kernow ha Kembra, nevra nyns esa henna gwrys kyns. Nyns esa kertow-ros yn-dann devnydhyans kemmyn y’n Breten West erbynn mysk an etegves kannsblydhen, ytho, nyns o an fordhow-meur moy es marghlerghow leysyek. Hwithrans rach gans Paul White re gavas an fordhow ma, hag yw yn fyw hwath, dre Dhorseth, Gwel An Hav, Dewnans ha Kernow, ow kul vyaj dhe-les yn termyn tremenys, hag yn trop hag yn hwir, rag an re a vynn hwithra nebes an leow kosella a wrug daromres tremena, ha termyn dh’aga ankovhe.

(hg.) yn-unn berthi leyz muddy
leyzek

muddy
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