the 17th century oor Kornies

the 17th century

Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

an 17ves kansblydhen

an 17ves kansvledhen

voorbeelde

Some date back to the 17th century, but most are later.
A'n 17ves kansbledhen yw nebes, mes diwettha yns dre vras.

the 17th century
/ an 17ves kansblydhen / / /

Opposite the entrance to the churchyard is the 17th Century Queen’s Head - the oldest alehouse in town - allegedly haunted by a chambermaid called Betsy, who hanged herself after becoming pregnant with the landlord’s child.
A-dal an entrans dhe'n gorflan yma Penn an Vyghternes a'n 15ves kansvledhen - an kottha tavern y'n dre - troblys, y lavesir, gans chambrores henwys Betsy, a omgrogas wosa dos ha bos torrek gans baban an ost.

Our collections include some early maps and atlases in the collections of wealthy families, which are often beautifully illustrated but only provide information about the land owned by that family. Some date back to the 17th century, but most are later.
Agan kuntellow a syns ynna nebes mappow hag atlasow a-varr yn kuntellow teyluyow golusek, hag yw lymnys yn fethus yn fenowgh mes ny brovions marnas kedhlow a-dro dhe’n tir perghennys gans an teylu na. A’n 17ves kansbledhen yw nebes, mes diwettha yns dre vras.

Kresen Kernow contains some interesting early, hand-drawn maps, such as this one of Boconnoc which likely dates from the early 17th century.
Kresen Kernow a gompreghend nebes mappow a-varr ha didheurek, delinyes dre dhorn, kepar ha'n huni ma a Voskennek hag yw yn wirhaval dhyworth an 17ves kansvledhen.

Wella Rowe lived towards the end of the 17th century. He was unusual in being literate at a time when most in Cornwall were not. He translated several chapters of the Bible (Genesis III, Matthew II, Matthew IV and the ten commandments) into his native Cornish, using English spellings, and giving us a picture of Cornish as it was pronounced in the last years of its unbroken native lineage.
Wella Rowe a drigas war-tu ha penn an seytegves kansblydhen. Den anusadow o ev, drefenn ev dhe vos lettrys yn termyn ma nag o brassa rann a dus yndella. Ev a dreylyas nebes chaptra an Bibel (Genesis III, Matthew II, Matthew IV ha’n Deg Gorhemmynn) yn y gernewek genesik, dre dhevnydh lytherennans Sowsnek, hag ev a res dhyn skeusenn a Gernewek dell veu leverys y’n diwettha blydhynyow a’y linyeth genesik anderrys.

The Lord's Prayer survives in Cornish in eleven versions from the 17th and 18th centuries. They are of interest because they were made at a time when Cornish was still a living language, and some of them may preserve earlier traditions.
Pader Agan Arloedh yw kevys yn unnek vershyon, dhiworth an 17ves ha'n 18ves kansblydhynyow. Didheurek yns, rag i dhe vos gwrys yn termyn pan veu Kernewek hwath yeth byw, ha martesen yma hengov a-varra gwithys yn re anedha.

David didn’t seem to want to leave the comfort and fun of the truck cabin. He was enjoying the ride and his elevated position above the hoi-poloi – or so it seemed to me. So, I dragged him out. He came back with me to the crypt – but only with considerable bad grace. (Lots of huffing and groaning.) I met Paul outside the crypt. “We’ve got the truck. It’s bursting with food- enough to feed a small army. It’s parked outside the front entrance. You and Charles must come with us. You’ll be much safer with the others at the Baillieu, now that they will have food.” Paul turned it over in his mind. There was a problem. “How will I sell it to Charles? He thinks the zombies are roundhead soldiers from the mid-17th century. He doesn’t understand the danger we are in by staying here – more or less alone and isolated.” “Leave it to me, my Friend.” I ran into the crypt, ahead of David and Paul, exclaiming breathlessly: “Your Royal Majesty, I have just received word from Henrietta-Maria (i.e. Jude). The cavalier troops have regrouped not far from here. She begs that you join them and take command.” A king should sit at the head of his army, shouldn’t he? “Oh, goody. We do love that girl!” came Charles’ joyous response. No more problem – it was Paul’s turn to admire my own wit and guile. Quickly Paul and Charles gathered their essential belongings and, with only minimal resistance from the zombies who had gathered about in apparent curiosity, we succeeded in getting back to the truck and piling into its cab. (Speed was the key to our safe passage.) “And now, to the Baillieu!” I shouted.
Ny heveli Davydh dhe vynnes gasa konfort ha didhan an kab-kert. Yth esa owth omlowenhe an gorrans ha’y le ughel a-ugh an dus gemmyn (a-ugh an zombis gemmyn?) - po dell heveli dhymm. Ytho, my a’n draylyas yn-mes. Ev a dhehwelis genev dhe’n gleudhgell – mes heb gras vyth. (Yth esa meur a hwythans ha hanasans. dhiworto) My a dheuth erbynn Powl a-dherag an gleudhgell. “Ni re gevis an kert. Yma ev ow tardha gans boes – boes lowr rag maga lu byghan. Parkyes ywa yn-mes an chyf entrans. Res yw dhis ha dhe Jarles dos genen. Y fydhowgh moy salow gans an re erell y’n Lyverva Baillieu – pan vydh boes dhedha yn skon.” Powl a brederis a-dro dhe’n mater. Yth esa kudynn. “Fatell allav perswadya Charles? Ev a grys an zombis dhe vos soudoryon pennow-rond neb a dheu dhiworth an seythegves kansblydhen. Ny yll ev konvedhes bos peryllus agan triga omma. – heb tus erell genen ni.” “Gas e dhymmo vy, ow sos.” My a resas y’n gleudhgell, a-rag Davydh ha Powl, ow kria dianall: “Agas Meuredh Ryal, y teuth messaj dhiworth Henrietta-Maria...” (henn yw leverel Jude). “An soudoryon varghek re omguntellas warbarth arta. Nyns yw pellder meur alemma. Hi a’gas pys dhe omjunya dhedha unnweyth arta ha kemmeres kommand.” Y talvien myghtern sevel orth penn y lu, a ny dalvien? “A, lowender! Ni a gar an vyrgh ma!” a dheuth worthyp Charles, meur y joy. Kaletter vyth namoy – torn dhe Bowl o lemmyn rag gul vri a’m skians vy. Powl ha Charles a guntellas uskis aga thaklow a res dhedha ha, erbynn marnas defens ispoyntel an zombis nebes govynnus re omguntellsa a-dro, ni a sewenas dehweles dhe’n kert hag entra ynno warbarth-oll. (Alhwedh agan sewena o toeth.) “Ha, lemmyn, dhe’n Baillieu!” a armis vy.