bledhen diwettha oor Engels

bledhen diwettha

Vertalings in die woordeboek Kornies - Engels

a year later

voorbeelde

/ teyr bledhen diwettha / / /
three years later

/ bledhen diwettha / / /
a year later

8166 Yn 1724 Handel a vovyas dhe chi nowydh drehevys ha henn o 25 Brook Street, Loundres ha ev a drigas ena bys dh'y vernans yn 1759, 35 bledhen diwettha. 48.1812
8166 Yn 1724 Handel a vovyas dhe chi nowydh drehevys ha henn o 25 Brook Street, Loundres ha ev a drigas ena bys dh'y vernans yn 1759, 35 bledhen diwettha. 48.1812

Anwodhvedhys dhymm, hemma a via an ughboynt a’m sewena gans benenes. Diw po teyr bledhen diwettha, my a dhisplegyas kuriegi marwel. Nevra na moy ny vedhen vy mar sewen marthys gans benenes. Soweth!
Unknown to me, this would be the highpoint of my success with women. Two or three years later, I developed terminal acne. Never again would I be so amazingly successful with women. Alas!

/ an diwettha bledhen / / /
the final year

/ an diwettha bledhen / / /
this past year

/ dres an diwettha bledhen / / /
in the past year

/ an diwettha bledhen / / /
the past year

/ dres an diwettha bledhen / / /
over the past year

the final year / an diwettha bledhen / / /
the last year

/ dres an diwettha bledhen / / /
during the final year

Nyns eus Lowender Peran hevlena awos Kovyd19. Byttegyns, yth eson ni ow kovhe diwettha 3 bledhen a’n gool.
There isn’t a Lowender Peran this year because of Covid19. However, we are remembering the last 3 years of the festival.

/ an diwettha teyr bledhen / / /
the past three years

/ an diwettha teyr bledhen / / /
the last three years

3596 Hemm a vrosas lies sorr gans tus leel ha gans skoodhyoryon an prydydh, re drigsa rag brassa rann y vewnans y'n dyji, marnas an diwettha 10 bledhen wosa movya dhe Weymouth yn 1984. 46.0747
3596 Hemm a vrosas lies sorr gans tus leel ha gans skoodhyoryon an prydydh, re drigsa rag brassa rann y vewnans y'n dyji, marnas an diwettha 10 bledhen wosa movya dhe Weymouth yn 1984. 46.0747

Dres an diwettha teyr bledhen ni re dhewblekhas agan treusyans, mes ny ynkressyn ni an myns a vayni dres an keth spys marnas gans 17%.
In the last three years we have doubled our turnover but only increased the number of staff for the same period by 17%.

Nans yw ogas ha teyr bledhen a-ban y’n gwelis y’n diwettha prys.
It’s nearly three years since I last saw him.

Nans yw ogas ha teyr bledhen a-ban y’n gwelis y’n diwettha prys. /
It’s nearly three years since I last saw him. / Nans yw is often how we say ‘ago’, but it can be used in different settings, as here, where it reflects the basic meaning of nans, which is ‘now’.

An Kovskrif Kerghynnedh Istorek a yssyns arhwithransow manylys an dirwedh, yn arbennek a ranndiryow ugheldir Kernow, skeusenweyth ayrek a verkyow trevas ha dorgeow gwrys dres an diwettha 30 bledhen, gidyans manylys a-dro dhe dreven ha keow, skoodhyans ha kussel rag towlow kerghynnedh ammeth, perghenogethow park, Meyn Kov Kovskrifys ha pythow ertach leel, parkow ha lowarthyow, tirwedhow afinus ha tiredhow park.
The Historic Environment Record includes detailed landscape surveys especially of Cornwall’s upland areas, aerial photography of crop marks and earthworks taken over the last 30 years, detailed guidance on farmsteads and hedges, support and advice for agri-environment schemes, estate holdings, Scheduled Monuments and local heritage assets, parks and gardens, ornamental landscapes and parkland.

Yth o paper ow tochya displegyans gwirhaval a Dybyansow Moral gans displegyans an argerdh ow hwarhe; ha'n diwettha lavar o dalleth dargan: 'Yn a-dro dhe dhew kans bledhen,' dell skrifsen, 'ni a wayttyo —' An lavar a worfennas yn serth.
It was a paper on the probable development of Moral Ideas with the development of the civilising process; and the last sentence was the opening of a prophecy: "In about two hundred years," I had written, "we may expect----" The sentence ended abruptly.

Nos Galan An jydh re hedhis unn weyth finek rag pols ynter anal ha koskik, Pan dhiwwynk dewlagas skwithys ow mires orth hunros hwansus, Y hwilons styr nowyth an dordro ow mones yn sowdhan kammdro. Yma dhedha seghyer ankveys, possa gen pub dydh tremenys. Pystyon a vynn kastya'n Kalan yn-mysk glyttrans an owr honan. Korf gwiskys an diwettha our Na fors an mall po naghans pur. An bys a lagatt orth y vejeth Ha gwaytyans an steronydhieth Rag an howl a sedh orth diwedh jorna, ha bledhen nowyth a sav y'n bora...
New Year's Eve The day has stopped one final time for a moment between breath and sleep, When tired eyes blink looking at a chanced dream, The search new meaning in the Earth's turn Veering off as they go. They carry with them forgotten baggage, heavier with each day passed. Fools will try to trick the dawn amongst the lonely glittering gold. The dressed-up corpse of the last hour No matter the pure joy or resentment. The world looks at the face And hope in the stars' knowledge For the sun will set at the day's end, and a new year will rise in dawn's first light...

Yn termyn an nessa diw gansvledhen, Kernowek an dheuth tabm ort’ tabm dhe vos an peth yw henwys Kernowek Diwedhes. Cheston Marchant dhort Godhyan, - neb yw konsydrys an diwettha klappyer Kernowek na woya Sowsnek, - a verwas yn 1665. Yn men termyn, bagas a dus dhiwyethek lettrys a vetyas warbar’ yn pow a-dro dhe Pennsans gen John Keigwin dhort Porth Enys orth aga fedn rag yth era war aga thowl gwitha aga thavas. Yth era anji ow kul yndella dhort treylya radnow an Bibel, gen an govenek gorra an bobel dhe senji an tavas dre an eglos. Rag sompel, udn tiek dhort Sancras, William Rowe y hanow, a dreylyas dyffrans chapters an Testament Nowyth gen an Deg Arhadow. Skrifow yn tavas plen a dhiskwedhas yn termyn na y’wedh, ha “Jooan Chei a Horr” (Jowan Chei an Hor’), - an daralla Kernowek yw matesen an moyha godhvedhys, - a veu skrifys a-dro dhe’n vledhen 1667 gen Nicholas Boson dhort Newlyn. Ort’ dalleth an etegves kansbledhen, an Kembro lettrys, Edward Lhuyd, meur y hanow, a dheuth dhe Kernow dhe studhya an tavas, ha rag hedna, yma deryvadow dhyn anodha, pekar del vedha kowsys, ha klowys gen nebonan an kettermyn. An diwettha skrif Kernowek an oos ma yw lyther skrifys gen William Bodiner, neb a dheskas Kernowek dhort peskajors goth. Bledhen a’n lyther yw 1776.
During the next two centuries, Cornish developed into the phase known as Late Cornish. Cheston Marchant of Gwithian, reputed to be the last monoglot Cornish speaker, died in 1665, and meanwhile a group of bilingual scholars in the Penzance area, led by John Keigwin of Mousehole, gathered together to try to preserve their language. They did this mainly by translating parts of the Bible, hoping to revive popular interest in the language through religion. For example, William Rowe, a farmer from Sancreed, translated various Chapters from the New Testament together with the Ten Commandments. Secular prose appears in this period too, and perhaps the most famous Cornish language folk tale, Jooan Chei a Horr, was written circa 1667 by Nicholas Boson of Newlyn. At the start of the eighteenth century the eminent Welsh scholar, Edward Lhuyd, came to Cornwall to conduct research on the language, and as a result we have a valuable account of Cornish as it was actually spoken by a contemporary observer. The final written piece of from this period is a letter by William Bodiner, who learnt Cornish at sea from older fishermen. The date of this letter is 1776.

Unn nos, an mor pan o mar leven Hag ankoth ow studh mar dhibowes Furv dhu, my a gerdhas a'm honan Rag tenna anal hweg an nos Ha war garrek dhu beudhys dre lorgan A'ga esedh yn ankov dew garer Hag a-dro dhedha 'n dowr ow morlenwel Pur stag my a's hwithra didros "My yw dhis, ty yw dhymm, diallos on Bedhes bedh y’n mordon a enev ha kolon" Heb euth na own ens i Pan y's dyerbynnas an dowr klor ow lapya Byttegyns, my a dybis y klewsen Dew lev kosel hwar mes diblans Dehweles a wrussons heb terri min dowr Koynt aga minhwarth, i a'm hwithras Yth amsons kyns i dhe omdroghya Heb dasomdhiskwedhes namoy "My yw dhis, ty yw dhymm, diallos on Bedhes bedh y’n mordon a enev ha kolon" Erbynn penn namoy es dew dhydh Yn porth ogas war 'n treth owrek gwastas Yth esa a'y wrowedh korf maghteth Mar deg o hi, hebask keffrys Hag yndelma, y tyskis vy hwedhel pur drist A gerensa an vyrgh 'barth den yowynk May’s dibarthas i aga theyluyow Ha gul a'n mab marner tramor "My yw dhis, ty yw dhymm, diallos on Bedhes bedh y’n mordon a enev ha kolon" Ha'ga huntell diwettha yn few 'veu Y’n keth porth dre hap may hwrug kerdhes 'Th ambossens dasunyans y'n tressa bledhen Mar pens marow po bew A dramor y teuth trist an nowodhow Rag an keth nos pan esen ow kerdhes Y farwsa an mab del heveli Y vernans 'afydhyas ow dout "My yw dhis, ty yw dhymm, diallos on Bedhes bedh y’n mordon a enev ha kolon" Honn o kan an garoryon a Borthgwartha
One night when the sea was so tranquil And I strangely restless not sleeping A lonely silhouette, I went walking To breathe in the night-scented air On a black rock flooded by moonshine Sat two lovers so sweetly oblivious While the tide rose and washed all around them Transfixed, I just stood and I stared "I am thine, thou art mine, beyond control In the wave, be the grave of heart and soul" For they merged with the soft, lapping waters No panic nor terror displaying Yet I thought I perceived their two voices So gentle, so peaceful yet clear They returned without breaking the surface Looked me full in the face strangely smiling Then they kissed before finally sinking Never again to appear "I am thine, thou art mine, beyond control In the wave, be the grave of heart and soul" No more than a day or two later In a neighbouring cove lay a body On the smooth, golden sand was incumbent A maiden serene and so fair It was then that I learned the sad story Of a maiden and youth and their passion How their families insisted they parted For the young man, a sailor's career "I am thine, thou art mine, beyond control In the wave, be the grave of heart and soul" And their very last living encounter In a cove where by chance I went walking By full moon they had vowed, dead or living To meet at the end of three years From abroad followed news quite amazing For that very same night I'd been walking It seemed that the young man had perished His death had confirmed my worst fears "I am thine, thou art mine, beyond control In the wave, be the grave of heart and soul" This was the lovers' song at Porthgwarra