too much of oor Kornies
too much of
Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies
re a
Geskatte vertalings
Vertoon algoritmies gegenereerde vertalings
voorbeelde
Advanced filtering
Voorbeelde moet herlaai word.
too much of
Lyver nowyth yw an lyver na.langbot langbot
too much of
Da yw gensi enevales.langbot langbot
too many of - too much of
Yth esov ow redya an New York Times.langbot langbot
too many of - too much of
Yma tri hi dhymm.langbot langbot
If one were to drink too much of this wine, one would be drunk.
Lowen on ni.langbot langbot
too many of - too much of
Fatel yw an gewer?langbot langbot
too many of - too much of
An re ma yw ydhyn.langbot langbot
Proverb: Too much of one thing is worth nothing re a üdn dra na dal tra veth Lh.
Ottawa yw penncita Canada.langbot langbot
too much (of)
Yma tri hi dhymm.langbot langbot
If one were to drink too much of this wine, one would be drunk. / Two instances of the impersonal, both in the imperfect form.
Ow eskar os.langbot langbot
n. cows m.; lavarow pl.; oc. talk m.; exuberant t. pethas See 'lecture', 'speech'; Proverb: Good never comes of too much t. na vedn
Nyns yw res dhis kewsel.langbot langbot
♦ stop your y. sens dha clapp RD; no good will ever come of too much y. na vedn nevra vas dos a davas re hir
Yma pymp pluven blomm omma.langbot langbot
Take care that you [pl.] don’t drink too much! / Yffowgh is the present subjunctive of eva, indicating the possibility.
Gwra e’ dha honan.langbot langbot
Bilbo was very rich and very peculiar, and had been the wonder of the Shire for sixty years, ever since his remarkable disappearance and unexpected return. The riches he had brought back from his travels had now become a local legend, and it was popularly believed, whatever the old folk might say, that the Hill at Bag End was full of tunnels stuffed with treasure. And if that was not enough for fame, there was also his prolonged vigour to marvel at. Time wore on, but it seemed to have little effect on Mr. Baggins. At ninety he was much the same as at fifty. At ninety-nine they began to call him well-preserved, but unchanged would have been nearer the mark. There were some that shook their heads and thought this was too much of a good thing; it seemed unfair that anyone should possess (apparently) perpetual youth as well as (reputedly) inexhaustible wealth.
A ble’th owgh hwi devedhys?langbot langbot
So, I covered my head with my clothes but, sure enough, within a minute I had a growling, snarling fur-ball attached (by very sharp claws) to the back of my head. By employing, once again, the ‘mother-cat’ hold, I managed to peel it off without incurring too much disapproval from the ‘owners’ of this charming ‘pet’ but I didn’t sleep another wink that night.
Diwedhes yw a.langbot langbot
‘It may be all we could wish,' said Frodo; 'but it is outside the Shire all the same. Don't make yourselves too much at home! Please remember -all of you - that the name of Baggins must not be mentioned. I am Mr. Underhill, if any name must be given.'
Lavar neppyth!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.
Ny vynnen anwosi, ytho nyns yth yn-mes.langbot langbot
When I was looking into the history of the language and the people who have kept it alive over the years, I learnt so much about the language that I have always spoken without thinking about it, and that gave me a lot of joy too.
Pyth esowgh hwi ow hwilas?langbot langbot
Before long the wood came to a sudden end. Wide grass-lands stretched before them. They now saw that they had, in fact, turned too much to the south. Away over the flats they could glimpse the low hill of Bucklebury across the River, but it was now to their left. Creeping cautiously out from the edge of the trees, they set off across the open as quickly as they could.
Nyns yw da ganso pysk.langbot langbot
'I am old, Gandalf. I don’t look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed!’ he snorted. ‘Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something.’
Da yw gansa donsya.langbot langbot
‘Wretched fool! In that land he would learn much, too much for his comfort. And sooner or later as he lurked and pried on the borders he would be caught, and taken - for examination. That was the way of it, I fear. When he was found he had already been there long, and was on his way back. On some errand of mischief. But that does not matter much now. His worst mischief was done.
Yth esov owth eva leth.langbot langbot
3This is my defense to those who sit in judgment on me. 4Don’t we have the right to food and drink? 5Don’t we have the right to take a believing wife along with us, as do the other apostles and the Lord’s brothers and Cephas? 6Or is it only I and Barnabas who lack the right to not work for a living? 7Who serves as a soldier at his own expense? Who plants a vineyard and does not eat its grapes? Who tends a flock and does not drink the milk? 8Do I say this merely on human authority? Doesn’t the Law say the same thing? 9For it is written in the Law of Moses: “Do not muzzle an ox while it is treading out the grain.” Is it about oxen that God is concerned? 10Surely he says this for us, doesn’t he? Yes, this was written for us, because whoever plows and threshes should be able to do so in the hope of sharing in the harvest. 11If we have sown spiritual seed among you, is it too much if we reap a material harvest from you? 12If others have this right of support from you, shouldn’t we have it all the more? But we did not use this right. On the contrary, we put up with anything rather than hinder the gospel of Christ. 13Don’t you know that those who serve in the temple get their food from the temple, and that those who serve at the altar share in what is offered on the altar? 14In the same way, the Lord has commanded that those who preach the gospel should receive their living from the gospel.
Pur deg yw dha bows.langbot langbot
THE NEXT EXPERIMENT There was a decompression chamber on the base. Why? Were there any sailors there? Any army divers? Pass. Had it ever been used before? Pass. If not, Doctor Mengele had now found a use for it. Different laboratory, same cast of characters: me and Dave, three goons, the Angel of Death and his nasty assistant, Ingrid. (I wondered idly if she had ever performed a little dance for the audience when things got a bit dull.) Ever seen a decompression chamber? I hadn’t. It’s like a metal room – all sealed about and shaped like a giant suppository. (And I definitely knew whose arse I wanted to stick it up.) There was a thick metal door at one end, big enough for one person to crawl into. It was sealed tightly with a sort of screw arrangement – a bit hard to describe – don’t remember it all that well. After the usual argy-bargy of ‘encouraging’ David into a pseudo-electric-chair – and strapping him in – I was likewise encouraged into the decompression chamber itself. I didn’t like this particular ‘game’ of the Nazi doctor but I didn’t protest too much because I didn’t want to let on that I suffered from mild claustrophobia. I’d been accidentally trapped for a time as a primary school kid and I didn’t want to give Josef Mengele any further ideas about how to make me suffer. “Hey doctor,” I said. “Can we talk about this one first? I think that we might need to review procedure so that I don’t mess it up on you.” Time for another slimy smile. (Yuck encore.) He motioned to one of his goons – who promptly added to my collection of scorch-marks. Ow! I entered the decompression chamber without further ado.
Ev a vynn kewsel.langbot langbot
“Good morning, gentlemen,” he said, with a broad smile. (Yuck – again.) “We have a few little, shall we say, ‘games’ to play this morning,” he continued. Then he turned to Ingrid and ordered: “Doctor, shave their heads and apply the electrodes, if you would be so kind.” “Electrodes”? That didn’t sound very promising. What was left of my afro was roughly shaven – David’s hair, too. I didn’t really care much about this but David grumbled and moaned enormously. (I wondered idly whether all zombies were such whingers.) I hadn’t previously noticed that he – or any other zombie, for that matter – took any particular pride in their locks. Indeed, all the zombies that I’d met seemed to make it a badge of honour to clot their hair up with as much dried blood and congealed gore as they could. It was just the indignity of the thing, I suppose. Soon, my newly-bald head was covered with shiny, stick-on electrode pads – carefully placed on me by the tasty (?) Ingrid. The electrodes were then attached to an ancient-looking EEG (electroencephalogram) in order to measure my brain waves. Ingrid and the Captain then started to take readings from the cathode ray tube. Lots of lovely wiggly lines being traced across the screen. What did it mean? Dunno. I suppose it meant my brain was working. Beyond that? Ask someone else. They did this for a while and made a whole bunch of fairly boring and unintelligible (to me, at least) remarks. Then it was David’s turn. Same deal: carefully placed, stick-on electrodes all over his bald cranium, hook up to EEG, read out screen. Result? A screen full of flat-line tracings. Not even a faint wobble on any line. Not the slightest tremble. “This man is dead,” observed Ingrid. (What a genius!) “Hmm,” responded the Captain. (Another genius.)
Da yw gensi owravalow.langbot langbot
39 sinne gevind in 13 ms. Hulle kom uit baie bronne en word nie nagegaan nie.