take up arms oor Kornies

take up arms

werkwoord

take up arms (against)

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

mos dhe arvow

hanow verbel, verb-hanow

Soortgelyke frases

to take up arms
mos dhe arvow

voorbeelde

take up arms [ phrase ]
mos dhe arvow [ ]

arm - to take up arms - weaponry
arv feminine noun arvow plural noun

take up arms
/ mos dhe arvow / vb /

to take up arms
mos dhe arvow [ hanow gwann / hanow gwadn ]

take up arms
mos dhe arvow

to take up arms
mos dhe arvow ( ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( adjective )

take up arms
/ mos dhe arvow / / hanow verbel /

v. arm or take up arms arva Lh.; supply weapons provia arvow See 'arms'.
v. arm or take up arms arva Lh.; supply weapons provia arvow See 'arms'.

arm - to take up arms - weaponry
arv [hanow benow] arvow [hanow liesplek] [hanow] [disamstyryans]

to take up arms
mos dhe arvow [hanow gwann / hanow gwadn] [disamstyryans]

take up arms
mos dhe arvow [hanow verbel / verb-hanow]

take up arms
/ mos dhe arvow / / /

arm - to take up arms - weaponry
arv ( feminine noun ) arvow ( plural ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( noun )

to take up arms
mos dhe arvow adjective

take up arms
/ mos dhe arvow / / verb-hanow /

arm - to take up arms - weaponry
arv [ hanow benow ] arvow [ hanow liesek / hanow liesplek ] [ hanow ]

to take up arms
/ mos dhe arvow / / /

‘You are a set of deceitful scoundrels!’ he said, turning to the others. ‘But bless you!’ he laughed, getting up and waving his arms, ‘I give in. I will take Gildor’s advice. If the danger were not so dark, I should dance for joy. Even so, I cannot help feeling happy; happier than I have felt for a long time. I had dreaded this evening.’
Hwi yw bagas a vilens toellek!’ ev a leveris, ow treylya war tu ha’n re erell. Mes bennigys re bowgh!’ ev a hwerthis ha sevel yn unn gwevya y dhewvregh, ‘My a dhaskorr. Y fynnav vy degemmeres kusul Gyldor. Mar ny ve an peryl mar tewl, y tonnsyen dre lowena. Mes ny allav vy gul marnas omglywes lowen; lowenna es dell wrug vy omglywes dre dermyn hir. Yth esa euth genev a’n gorthugher ma.’

I rested for the remainder of the day, deep within the complex, and sustained myself with more corned beef and tinned vegetables. (I still couldn’t face the dog biscuits.) As evening approached, I moved back to the mouth of the tunnel. Immediately, I could hear noises from outside, close outside. Had the searchers found my hide- away? Were they simply waiting for me to emerge before emptying their machine-gun magazines into me? I fought the urge to retreat back along the tunnel. I waited and listened, my heart pounding a mile a minute. The noises continued, on and off. I had heard them before but when? “No-one lying in wait would be so friggin’ noisy about it,” I reasoned. “Would they?” Then it came to me, the time when I had heard these noises before. “Gronnff! Gronnff! Gronnff! Nunnff! Nunnff!” It was the noise of a zombie feasting on a fresh kill – it could only be David. (What a noisy little eater he was!) With my heart beating out of my chest, I again ventured a peek out of my lair. What did I see? The contented figure of my Brother Zombie, silhouetted in the gathering gloom. I still resisted the urge to bolt from the tunnel and wrap him up in my arms out of sheer relief. Snipers might yet be about, waiting to take both of us out at once. But they weren’t – no snipers hereabouts just yet. I approached David. He was very pleased with himself, wasn’t he? Munch, munch, munch on what looked like a large bit of liver, blood dripping down his arms – just like a child’s ice-cream does on a hot day. And he had something grisly draped around his neck, like some obscene laurel wreath (which was quite appropriate, as it turned out). I took a closer look to confirm that it was indeed what I thought it was. It was as I had thought: a considerable length of someone’s small intestine. (Why are zombies so fixated on people’s intestines? It can’t be healthy, can it?)
My a dhiskwithas dres remenant an jydh, down a-berth y’n system kowfordhow, hag omsostena gans moy bew sellys ha losow-kegin yn kanna. (Ny yllyn hwath godhevel dhe dhybri an tesennow kales rag keun.) Ha neshes an gorthugher, my a dhehwelis dhe borth an chyf kowfordh. A- dhistowgh, y hyllyn klywes sonyow ow tos dhiworth an tu ‘ves, ogas dhymmo vy. A gavsa an hwithoryon ow hovva? Esens yn sempel ow kortos ow dos yn- mes kyns i dhe gwakhe talgelligow aga jynnow-setha ynnov vy? My a vatalyas erbynn an debron dhe gildenna a-hys an gowfordh. My a wortas ha goslowes, ow holonn vy ow lemmel dres komptya. Y fesya an sonyow yn treweythus. My re glywsa kyns sonyow kepar ha’n re ma – mes a-dhia pana termyn? “Denvyth ow kortos a’y worwedh a wrussa kemmys tros,” a brederis vy. “Ny via herwydh reson.” Ena, my a wodhva le may glywsen kyns an sonyow ma. “Gronnff! Gronnff! Gronnff! Nunnff! Nunnff!” Tros o dhe zombi ow kevywi war ladh kro – ytho, nyns o denvyth a-der Davydh. (Ass o dybrer byghan trosek!) Ow holonn ow lemmel yn-mes ow klos-diwvronn, my a assayas arta kemmeres golok skav diworth ow godegh. Pyth a welis vy? Figur kontentys a’m broder-zombi, kylghlinennys erbynn an tewlder ow tevi. My a vatalyas hawth debron dhe resek dhiworth an gowfordh rag y vaylya y’m diwvregh drefenn difresyans sempel. Y hallsa bos hwath kelsethoryon, ow kortos rag agan ladha agan dew yn kettermyn. Byttegyns, nyns o an studh – kelsethoryon vyth hwath ena. My a dheuth nes dhe Dhavydh. Pur bys da o ev. Yth esa ow densel heb hedhi war neppyth a heveli bos tamm meur a avi. Yth esa goes ow dryppya war-nans, a-hys y dhiwvregh – kepar dell dhrypp dyenn rew a fleghik dres dydh toemm. Ha, dres henna, yth esa neppyth grysel ow kregi oll a-dro y gonna, kepar ha neb garlont-lowr (poran gwiw, dell hwer). My a viras orti yn-nes – rag konfirmya hy vos yn hwir pyth a’s kryssen bos. Hi o ‘lovan’ hir gwrys a kolon meur. (Pur dhe-les yw kolodhyon dhe zombis mes prag yth yw henna? Nyns yw yagh!)