anlowen oor Engels

anlowen

Vertalings in die woordeboek Kornies - Engels

dejected

adjective verb

miserable

adjective noun

out of sorts

adjektief

unhappy

adjective noun

voorbeelde

/ anlowen / / /
out of sorts

blue; depressed; down yeyndrist; sad truedhek; duwenhez, du; moredhek; luckless; doomed soweth; anfeuzik; trist; diskrassyes; anlowen;
unhappy

(adj.) sad; miserable; dejected anlowen; blue; depressed; down yeyndrist; sad truedhek; duwenhez, du; moredhek; luckless; doomed soweth; anfeuzik; trist; diskrassyes;
unhappy

‘Mes, dell hevel, ny allav vy trestya yn nagonan,’ a leveris Frodo. Sam a viras orto yn anlowen. ‘Henn yw serghek orth an pyth a vynnydh,’ yn-medh Merri. ‘Ty a yll trestya ynon dhe sevel rybos dres puptra pyseul, ha ty a yll trestya ynon dhe witha neb kevrin yw dhisso – gwell es dell y’n gwithydh dha honan. Mes ny yllydh trestya ynon dhe’th asa mos yn peryll dha honan, ha mos heb ger. Ni yw dha gowetha, Frodo. Ytho: henn yw an kas. Ni a woer brassa rann an pyth a wrug Gandalf leverel orthis. Ni a woer myns bras yn kever an Bysow. Yma own euthek dhyn – mes ni a wra dos genes, po ni a wra holya war dha lergh haval dhe geun.’
‘But it does not seem that I can trust anyone,’ said Frodo. Sam looked at him unhappily. ‘It all depends on what you want,’ put in Merry. ‘You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin - to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours - closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo. Anyway: there it is. We know most of what Gandalf has told you. We know a good deal about the Ring. We are horribly afraid - but we are coming with you; or following you like hounds.’

(adj.) doleful galarek, truan; troubled; vexed poenvozek; unlucky; wretched diklos; disastrous; black ankenek; anlowen
miserable

sad; miserable; dejected anlowen; blue; depressed; down yeyndrist; sad truedhek; duwenhes, du; moredhek; luckless; doomed soweth; anfeusik; trist; diskrassyes;
unhappy

/ anlowen / / /
unhappy

anlowen
unhappy, sad, miserable, dejected

/ anlowen / / /
miserable

doleful galarek, truan; troubled; vexed ponvosek; unlucky; wretched diklos; disastrous; black ankenek; anlowen
miserable

Ev a redyas an skrifenn: “Ple’ma’n soudoryon erell y’th para?” “Y’n koch a-rag, an kynsa koch, Syrr. Nyns esa edhomm dhe dhenvyth a lavurya gans an eler a-der my.” Y fia ev re dhiek, dell grysyn, dhe hwilas y’n kynsa koch rag kavoes ow fara. “Nyns eus kampoell vyth y’th arghadow a-dro dhe’n eler ma, a Serjont. Fatell yw henna?” “Wel, Syrr, dell yllydh perthi kov anodho, nyns esa tus vreselek vryw y’n vatel ogas dhe’n bennskol. Ytho, ...” “Hag yth eses jy ena?” “Yassyrr, yth esen vy ena,” a worthybis. “Hag, esa lies den bryw, a Serjont? My a’th wovynn yn ansoedhek, heb mar,” a besyas an Ughkapten. Unnweyth arta, hemm o mater tykkli ragov: a dalvien vy diskudha kevrin breselek (henn yw leverel, an gwiryonedh a-dro dhe’n tus vryw) po a dalvien skonya a ri gorthyp dhe wovynn soedhek a ughella renk essov vy? My a gemmeras an keth linenn ha’n kynsa prys: “Nyns ov rydh dhe worthybi an govynn ma, ‘Ughkapten.” Yth esen hwath ow kortos, hwath ow lagatta a-dheragov, hwath ow sevel yn attendyans. Y fia Davydh ow koslowes orthyn. Y hyllyn y glywes, ow kul nebes roghow ha nebes hanasennow a-berth y’n eler – kepar dell wrer protestyans, dell grysav. My a grys an Ughkapten dhe alloes aga klywes keffrys. “A yllta klywes neppyth, a Serjont?” Meur ow ankombrynsi (po dell heveli), my a worthybis: “Travyth a-der tros an tren, Syrr.” Trosow anlowen Davydh a goselhas dres pols mes nyns o hwath lowen an Ughkapten. “Wel, a Serjont,” yn-medh ev. “My a gonvedh na yllydh ri dhymm gorthybow ewn dhe’m govynnadow ...” Da lowr. “... mes ty a yll satisfya ow hwans a wodhvos dre igeryans an eler, a ny yllydh?”
He read the document: “Where is the rest of your squad?” “In the front carriage of the train, Sir. Only I need to travel with the coffin.” I guessed that he would be simply too idle to check the front carriage for the rest of my squad. “But there’s no mention of any coffin in these orders, Sergeant. How is that?” “Well, Sir, you will recall that there were no military casualties in the engagement outside the university. So, ...” “And you were there?” “Yessir, I was,” I replied. “And were there? Were there casualties, Sergeant? Unofficially, of course,” pursued the Major. This put me in a dilemma: did I reveal what was obviously a military secret (i.e. the fact that there had actually been casualties) or did I refuse to answer the direct question of a superior officer? I took the same line as before: “I’m not at liberty to answer that question , Major.” I waited, still staring straight ahead, still standing at attention. David had been listening in. He was obviously unhappy. I could hear him making little grunts and groans of protest from within the coffin – and, so, I think, could the Major. “Can you hear something, Sergeant?” I put on a puzzled expression and responded: “Only the noise of the train, Sir.” David’s unhappy noises subsided for a moment but the Major was still not content. “Well, Sergeant,” he said. “I understand that you may not be able to answer my questions directly...” Okay. “... but you can satisfy my curiosity by opening the coffin, can’t you?”

Pan esov vy tamm anlowen, da yw genev kerdhes y'n nos ha mires orth an ster. Yth yw omglowans da dhe brederi braster traow ha kavos neb skeul a-dro dhe'm amovyansow. An bardhonek ma a dhastewynn styrya ow honan, an bys, an ollvys ha liwyow an nos.
When I'm a little out of sorts, I like to walk at night and look at the stars. It's good to consider things and get some perspective of my emotions. This poem reflects considering myself, the world, the universe and the night's colours.

doleful galarek, truan; troubled; vexed poenvosek; unlucky; wretched diklos; disastrous; black ankenek; anlowen
miserable