diwettha oor Engels

diwettha

Vertalings in die woordeboek Kornies - Engels

distal

adjektief

extreme

adjective noun adverb

final

adjective noun

hindmost · last · later · latest · latter · ultimate

Soortgelyke frases

an diwettha teyr bledhen
the last three years · the past three years

bledhen diwettha
a year later

an dhiw vledhen diwettha
the last two years

FSS Kernewek Diwettha yn Grafow Hengovek
SWF Late Cornish in Traditional Graphs

diwettha golok
last look

dres an diwettha bledhen
during the final year · in the past year · over the past year

an loor yn hy hwarter diwettha
gibbous moon

an pyth kampollys diwettha
the latter

daspellgewsel diwettha
call back later

voorbeelde

8636 Y'n rol ma, an niverow iskevresek yw kevys dre geworra an dhew niver diwettha war-barth. 30.7657
8636 Y'n rol ma, an niverow iskevresek yw kevys dre geworra an dhew niver diwettha war-barth. 30.7657

/ diwettha / / /
extreme

Kepar ha lies bagas ha kowethas heb mar y feu kestudhys oberow an Kowethas gans an Bresel Meur. Yn despit dhe henna ythó, res an Kowethas dhe vaga nell a-nowydh y'n blydhynyow a siwyas. Erbynn diwedh an Blydhynyow Ugans, yth esa an Leghwesyon ow fetha war bub tu. Martesen yth o Seson 1927-28 an Seson moya y sewena hag a brofsa an Leghwesyon bythkweyth. Yth euth gansa kibya diw bewes, yn-unn gelli a les blewenn dhana onan hwath. Y hwaynsons i Liga Bosvenegh ha'n Kylgh, ha drehedhes gwartha Asrann Dhuran kesstrif Hanaf Yowynkavek Kernow.. Y'n torn diwettha y hwarisons erbynn Sen Kolomm a-dhia Asrann an Gorliwen, wosa gwaynya an Asrann Dhuran.
Like many groups and associations, the Club doubtless had its activities disrupted by the Great War. Despite that, however, the Club must have been recovering its energy in the following years. By the end of the Twenties, the Slaters were enjoying wide success. Perhaps the 1927-28 Season was the most successful that they had so far experienced. They managed to win two trophies, narrowly missing a third. The team won the Bodmin & District League and came top of the Eastern Division of the Cornwall Junior Cup competition. In the final they played against St Columb, the victors in the Western Division.

An diwettha bal sten yn Kernow, Crofty Deghow, a dhegeas y'n blydhynyow 1990.
An diwettha bal sten yn Kernow, Crofty Deghow, a dhegeas y'n blydhynyow 1990.

Yn y vewnans yth o ev dyskador ha marchont art, ny dhallathas ev y resegva art bys an oes 27 bloodh. Byttegyns, yn termyn an diwettha deg bloodh y vewnans ev re wrys moy ha 2,000 oberow art.
Yn y vewnans yth o ev dyskador ha marchont art, ny dhallathas ev y resegva art bys an oes 27 bloodh. Byttegyns, yn termyn an diwettha deg bloodh y vewnans ev re wrys moy ha 2,000 oberow art.

“Mars omwellha onan yntra hwegh an zombis,” yn-medh hi, nebes ankryjyk lemmyn, “hag ytho yma an rann na ow bos ledhys gans agan lu, henn yw ...” “...drog-ober breselyek meur.” My a worfennas hy thybyans. “Ya, henn o pyth esen ow leverel an jydh arall, dell grysav – dhe’n dus gans bern lowr a woslowes orthymm – kyns beuv gwrys tawesek gans Doktour Mengele. Ov vy ewn?” Ingrid a skonyas aswonn ow govynn – ha’m kampoellans a ‘Dhoktour Mengele’, hy ughella soedhek. “Mes hemm yw euthyk yn tien,” a besyas hi. “Mars yw gwir, an pyth re leversysta, yth eson ow thanbellenna, ow leski hag ow thenna war vilyow a yonkers a allsa omwellhe. Prag na leversysta neppyth a-dro dhe hemma dres an kynsa areth, pan esa chons dhiso jy?” My a sevis ow diwabrans, kynth o byghan ow marth. Yn apert, y hedhsa hi goslowes orthymm – y’n termyn hedhyw hag ena keffrys. My a erviras dh’y asa koedha. “Gwra dasvysytya an areth ma, ‘Dhoktour. Y’n kynsa le, gwra perthi kov ow bos goderrys, yn anhweg, kyns my dhe alloes gorfenna ow hampoellow dhe’n soudoryon ena omguntellys ...” Ingrid a dhasvysytas an areth yn hy brys – ha penndroppya, nebes methek, orthymm. “...hag, y’n nessa le, pyth a grysydh agan ‘towloryon vreselek’ dhe wul yn tihaval mar krysens an re a allsa treusvywya bos yn hwirhaval ‘bagas pouftas’ – po ‘faggots’ dell lavarsa an dowbois.” Ingrid a benndroppyas arta – yn lent an prys ma. Hi a gonvedhsa yn ta pyth esen ow leverel. Ny wodhevi luyow an blydhynnyow 1970 bos dus gethreythel y’ga mysk – ha na via bern vyth yn mysk an bennhembrynkysi mar pe ‘gwastyes’ nebes anedha dre ‘dhamaj keslinek’. Perthyans soedhek personnel kethreydhel, res bia gortos rag henna bys an kansblydhenn 21ves. Martesen Ingrid hy honan o kethreydhel – possybyl o. Ny wovynnis ha ny leveris hi yndella. (Ass o henna ironek – res polysi breselek governans an Statys Unys y’n termyn a dhothya, nebes diwettha.) Yn neb kas, hi a goedhas tawesek dres pols ha ni pesyes bos a’gan esedh dhe bub tu an voes vyghan ma yn stevell-geskows, meur hy kloster.
“If one in six zombies will recover,” she said, now somewhat incredulous, “and is therefore now being killed unnecessarily by our forces, then that’s ...” “...a major war crime,” I completed her thought. “Yes, I think that was what I said the other day to anyone who cared to listen – before Dr Mengele had me silenced. Am I right?” Ingrid ignored my question – and the reference to ‘Dr Mengele’, her superior officer . “But this is simply appalling,” she continued. “If it’s true what you say, we are bombing, shooting and burning thousands of kids who would otherwise recover. Why didn’t you say anything about this at that first lecture, when you had the chance?” I raised my eyebrows at her in mild surprise. She had obviously stopped listening to me - both now and back then. I let it pass. “Cast your mind back to that lecture, doctor. Firstly, you may recall that I was rather rudely interrupted before I was able to finish my comments to the assembled troops ...” Ingrid cast her mind back – and nodded a sheepish concession to me. “ ... and, secondly, what exactly do you think our ‘military planners’ would do differently if they thought the ones who might survive were probably ‘just a bunch of poofters’ - or ‘faggots’, as the doughboys would call them. Ingrid nodded again – slowly this time. She understood what I was saying only too well. The armed forces of the 1970’s did not tolerate gays within their ranks – and the generals would have little care if some gays were ‘wasted’ as ‘collateral damage’. Official tolerance of gay personnel would have to wait until the 21st century. Maybe Ingrid herself was gay – I didn’t ask and was not told. (How ironic – in view of the US military policy which was to come, much later.) In any event, she fell silent for a time and we continued to sit opposite each other at that small wooden table in a stuffy interview room.

Hemm yw an diwettha tren.
This is the last train.

An jynn kensa dhe vos delivrys dhe Borthmadok o "Mountaineer" war an 18ves Mis Gortheren 1863. Jynn nessa, "The Princess", o delivrys beb a dhydhyow diwettha. An jynnow-ethen 0-4-0 'ma a walosegas trenow legh hirra dhe vos ponyes ha'n komendyans sodhogel a drenow trethysi yn 1865. Jynn-Fairlie-dewblek kensa an hyns-horn o komendyes yn 1869; an jynnow-ma re wrug mos ha bos arwodh ikonek an hyns-horn yn bledhynnyow a-dhiwedhes.
An jynn kensa dhe vos delivrys dhe Borthmadok o "Mountaineer" war an 18ves Mis Gortheren 1863. Jynn nessa, "The Princess", o delivrys beb a dhydhyow diwettha. An jynnow-ethen 0-4-0 'ma a walosegas trenow legh hirra dhe vos ponyes ha'n komendyans sodhogel a drenow trethysi yn 1865. Jynn-Fairlie-dewblek kensa an hyns-horn o komendyes yn 1869; an jynnow-ma re wrug mos ha bos arwodh ikonek an hyns-horn yn bledhynnyow a-dhiwedhes.

17 Ha pan y’n gwelis, my a goedhas orth y dreys kepar ha pan ven marow. Hag ev a worras y dhorn dhyghow warnav, ow leverel, ‘Na borth own. My yw an kynsa ha’n diwettha, 18 ha neb a vew; hag yth eth ha bos marow; hag otta, bew ov vy trank heb worfenn, hag y’m beus alhwedhow ankow hag ifarn. 19 Ytho skrif an pyth a welsys, ha’n pyth yw, ha’n pyth a hwyrvydh wosa an taklow ma. 20 Mysteri an seyth sterenn a welsys a dhyghow dhymm, ha’n seyth kantoler owrek: an seyth sterenn yw eledh an seyth eglos: ha’n seyth kantoler yw an seyth eglos.
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Bardhonieth skrifys yn Kembrek Koth a wra menegi leow yn Alban yn fenowgh, a wrug dhe Skene profya diwettha an breselyow Arthur dhe vos gwrys yn Alban Soth-West. An lyver ma a dhiskwedh an dustuniow.
Poems written in Old Welsh referring to the Arthurian period make frequent mention of localities in Scotland, leading Skene to theorise that the last of Arthur’s battles were fought in South-West Scotland. This book presents the evidence.

Y’n gwettha prys ledhys veu ev pols wosa skrifa y geryow diwettha dhe 2a mis Du 1914
He was sadly killed shortly after writing this final entry on November 2 1914.

/ an pyth kampollys diwettha / idiom /
the latter

Golowan yw goel ow hwarvos yn Pennsans mis Gortheren pub blydhen. Yma diw seythun a wrythyansow ilow, arethow, ha diskwedhyansow art ow tiwedh Dydh "Mazey" an diwettha dy' Sadorn. Stretow chyf Pennsans yw deges orth daromles, bodhogyon a afin an stretow a vaneryow ha plansow, kansow a dus a dhonsy a-dreus an stretow, ha milyow a erell a dheu dhe vires
Golowan

Ny allav marnas gwaytyas an komendyansow ma dhe vos omgemerys a-varr a-der diwettha.
I can only hope that these recommendations are adopted sooner rather than later.

an diwettha
(hg.) diettha yn kever pub tra latest

Dell leveris vy, yth esa perthi a skeuswydh war dhew du an lowarth hag i a dheuth warbarth dhe gornell an stret yn yet vyghan gwrys gans horn oberys. Alena, hyns a gentevynn eth dhe’n dharas-rag. Yn koynt, an yet re via gwrys fast gans kadon. Ny heveli hemma bos pur gonnyk drefenn an yet dhe vos isel lowr bys may hyllys lamma dresti. Ytho, nyns esa an yet desinyes rag gwitha yn-mes ynherdhyoryon. Martesen, desinyes o hi rag gwitha keun a-bervedh – ny wonn yn hwir. Ytho, prag y hwrav y gampoella? Wel, an yet ma o, yn apert, lett lowr rag nebonan a vynna gul livreson dhe’n drigva. Yn le y gemmeres dhe’n dharas-rag, ev re assa yn sempel an fardell a- dherag dhe’n yet rag an drigoryon dhe gavoes diwettha. Chonseuster! Heb prederi a’n synsas, my a erviras an fardell dhe vos dhymmo vy – hag, a-dhesempis, my a’n kevis. Gans henna, my a asas an gwithyas ow renki ha dehweles yn kosel dhe’n gleudhgell rag anvaylya ow fiwas. o0o Pes da en vy dhe notya, yn apert, Davydh dhe yeuni ragov. Ev a dheuth er ow bynn dhe dharas an gleudhva ha diskwedhes pyth a grysyn bos bern nag o herwydh usadow y’m kever. Byttegyns, drefenn ev dhe skonya ow aswonnans, dre vras, dres nebes dydhyow, nyns o hemma leverel meur. “Ay, ‘Dhav!,” a hwystris vy, heudhik fest, ha my synsys ughel an fardel. “Santa re dheuth! Ev re dhros dhis rohik. Yth heveli dha vos Zombi byghan da!” Ev a dhellos rogh nebes didhanys – dhe’n lyha, yth heveli yndella dhymmo vy. Martesen, y ympynnyon elvennek a ylli hwath konvedhes geryow kepar ha ‘Santa’ ha ‘rohik’. An tybyansow ma yw, wosa oll, ynkleudhys yn town yn brysyow an fleghes a’n howlsedhes. My a worras an fardel war an leur. Maylyes o yn lies gwiskas gwrys a baper- pyg gorm ha kelmys gans nebes troyow a lovannen dew. (A! Ny vaylir denvyth na fella kepar dell o maylyes an fardel ma. A nyns yw henna gwir?). Yth esa maylyer re via herdhys garow yn-dann an lovannen mes nyns o kelmys ken dhe’n fardel. A dalvien ev mos gans an fardel po o ev diblans dhiworto? My a erviras y worra a-denewen. Gwell o genev mires orth Davydh gans an rohik dhiworth Santa.
There were, as I’ve said, low privet hedges on both sides of the garden – leading to a small, wrought-iron gate on the street corner. A concrete pathway then led to the front door. Curiously, the gate had been secured with a chain. This did not seem to make any sense because the gate itself was low enough simply to jump over and was therefore not designed to keep intruders out. Maybe it was meant to keep pet dogs in – I don’t really know. So, why mention it at all? Well, it had obviously presented an obstacle to someone who had come to deliver a parcel to the residence. Instead of taking it to the front door, the parcel had simply been dropped by the gate and left for the residents to find later . Serendipity! Regardless of its contents, I decided the parcel was mine – and I immediately took possession of it. Having done so, I left the somnolent guard to his snoring and discreetly returned to the crypt to examine my prize. o0o I was pleased to note that David had apparently missed me. He met me at the door of the crypt and displayed what I interpreted as unusual attention towards me. However, given that he had been largely ignoring me for some days, this was not saying a great deal. “Hey, Dave,” I whispered exultantly and held the parcel high. “Santa’s been! He brought you a prezzo. You must have been a good little zombie!” He emitted an amused sort of grunt – leastwise, that’s how it seemed to me. Maybe his rudimentary brain still computed ‘Santa’ and ‘prezzo’. These concepts are, after all, deeply ingrained in the psyche of all western children. I placed the parcel on the floor. It was wrapped in several layers of stiff, brown tar-paper and tied with numerous turns of thick twine. (Ah! They don’t wrap ‘em like that anymore, do they?). There was an envelope pushed roughly under the twine but not otherwise secured to the parcel. Was it meant to go with the parcel or was it separate? I decided to put it aside in favour of watching what David would do with ‘Santa’s prezzo’.

‘Yn hwir, yma styr a-vri ragowgh,’ a leveris Gandalf. ‘Ny wodhes jy an peryll gwir hwath; mes y fydhydh. Nyns en vy sur anodho ow honan pan esen vy omma y’n diwettha tro; mes an termyn dh’y dhiskudha re dheuth. Ro dhymm an bysow pols.
‘It has everything to do with it,’ said Gandalf. ‘You do not know the real peril yet; but you shall. I was not sure of it myself when I was last here; but the time has come to speak. Give me the ring for a moment.’

/ diwettha / adj /
latter

/ an diwettha saw onan / / /
second last

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!

Aswonnys yn kynsa yw ev avel lymner. Yma dhodho lymnansow geryes pur dha, rag ensompel an Mona Lisa, an Diwettha Soper, an Den Vitruve, ha'n Gwrians Adam. Hedhyw yma martesen 15 a'y oberow art yn bosva.
Aswonnys yn kynsa yw ev avel lymner. Yma dhodho lymnansow geryes pur dha, rag ensompel an Mona Lisa, an Diwettha Soper, an Den Vitruve, ha'n Gwrians Adam. Hedhyw yma martesen 15 a'y oberow art yn bosva.

Byttegyns, pan dheuth an termyn rag desedha an jynnow-seth poes, an zombis a dhallathas resek troha’n soudoryon, meur aga govenek dhe gavoes boes kro, govenek heb govenek. Pyth a sywyas o eghenn a grow o aswonnys yn ta dhymm drefenn Gorladhva an Bennskol. An zombis a veu skwardyes yn temmyn gans lies kartryjenn-vazouka ha’n dreusvywysi an tardhans ma a veu treghys yn kepar maner gans pellennow an jynnow-seth skav. (Gonnys ‘Sten’? Ny wonn – nyns ov sur aga bos devnydhyes hwath y’n blydhynnyow 1970 gans soudoryon Ostralek – a-der an brentys-soudoryon, heb mar. Y’m kas vy, y tothya ow gonn hir ow honan, ‘.303’, dhiworth oes an Kynsa Bresel an Bys!) Gorfennys o batel Hel an Dre Lonk Redenennwyth kyns bos desedhys an jynnow-seth poes hogen. Pes da o an bolatys Ostralek dre reson a’ga howlwriansow ha, yn termyn diwettha, hag i ow terri syghes gans ‘korev ow klanhe’, dervynnys yn ta, hwedhel an hwarvosow eth ha bos gluwwa ha gluwwa, gans moy a vanylyon hogen. (Moy gorliwys?) A-ogas, yth esa a’ga esedh an Yankis. Yth esens ow kemmeres keffrys ‘korev ow klanhe’ – mes nyns esens owth omjunya gans an rejoysians Ostralek. Wosa oll, ny ‘welsens i batel’ na hwath – hag ytho na yllens kevrenna aga hwedhlow aga honan. Yth o henna da lowr – yth ow pub bagas ow kasa an huni arall yn kres. Ena, hag an Ostralianas gyllys ha bos nebes medhowwa – ha moy noysus – y tallathas an studh dhe dreylya dhe’n gwettha tu. An Ostralianas a dhallathas boestya a-dro dhe’n taklow re wrussens dhe gorfow an zombis wosa aga bos ‘gwastyes’. I re’n defolas dre bisans warnedhi. Nyns o hemma jentyl, heb mar mes, dres henna, temmyn an zombis re via arayys oll a-dro dhe’n Hel an Dre, herwydh lyklod rag digolenni an zombis ha lettya aga dehwelans. (Nyns esa denvyth a grysi henna.) Y fia lies zombis ow skwychya hwath. An re na re via ‘lynchyes’, kregys dhiworth golowbrennyer po gorrys yn stummow reydhel – kepar ha korrigow lyk – yn lowarthow an chiow y’ga ogas. (H’aga klywys a-dro dhe’n hwarvosow, meur o divlas an soudoryon Amerikanek, trenyes saw a-dhiwedhes ha fresk aga fismens. Nyns esa a-der Porther o kolonnek lowr rag y leverel. Ev a gewsis dhe blemmik.) “A, re’n jyowl,” a worthybis onan yntra’n rakkoryon Ostralek. “Nyns yns a-der zombis mollothek, ‘was. Ke war dha gamm. Nyns yns denel hogen.”
It was only when the heavy machine-guns were being set up that the zombies started rushing at the troops in the vain hope of a fresh feed. What then followed was the familiar carnage that I had witnessed at the University massacre. The zombies were blown to pieces with several rounds from bazookas and those that made it through those blasts were cut to bits by light machine gun fire. (Sten guns? Don’t know – not sure they were still being used in the early 1970’s by regular soldiers.) It was all over at the Fern Tree Gully town hall before the heavy machine guns were even set up and operative. The Aussie guys were pretty happy with what they had achieved and, later on, as they slaked their well-earned thirst with a ‘cleansing ale’ or five, the account of what had occurred became more and more detailed and vivid. (And exaggerated?) The Yanks had been sitting nearby – also taking in a ‘cleansing ale’ – but not joining in the Aussie celebrations. After all, the Yanks had yet to ‘see action’ and could not therefore share their own experiences. That was okay – each group left the other alone. Then, as the Aussies got a bit drunker and more boisterous, things started to take a turn for the worse. The Aussies started to brag about what they had done with the remains after the zombies had been ‘wasted’. And what they had done was not merely defiling the corpses by urinating on them or such like. Bits of zombies had been ‘arranged’ about the area of the town hall, ostensibly to scare off any other zombies from coming back into the area – but no-one believed that. Several of the zombies had still been twitching. These were ‘lynched’, strung up from lamp-posts – or placed, in sexual poses, like obscene garden gnomes in the front gardens of nearby houses. (This disgusted the fresh-faced GI’s, straight out of basic training – and Gately was man enough to say so. Very forthrightly.) “Ah, fuck me,” replied one of the Aussie raconteurs. “They’re just fuckin’ zombies, man. Cool down. They’re not even human.”

‘Otta, ni re asas pup-tra oll ha’th holya; pandr’a vydh ragon ni ytho?’ 28 Yn-medh Yesu dhedha, ‘Yn hwir y lavarav dhywgh, hwi neb a wrug ow holya, pan esettho Mab an den war dron y wolewder y’n genesigeth nowydh, hwi ynwedh a esedh war dhewdhek tron, ow preusi dewdhek loeth Ysrael. 29 Ha pubonan neb re asas chiow po breder po hwerydh po tas po mammb po fleghes po tiryow a-barth ow hanow vy, ev a dhegemmer kansplek, hag ev a erit bewnans heb diwedh. 30 Mes lies huni yw kynsa a vydh diwettha, ha’n re dhiwettha kynsa.
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An hobytow a esedhas y’n skeusow ryb an hyns. Kyns pell, an Elfow a dheuth a-hys an bownder war-tu ha’n nans. I a dremenas yn lent, hag an hobytow a allsa gweles stersplann ow tewynna war aga hols hag y’ga dewlagas. Nyns esa lugarn vyth dhedha, mes dell gerdhsons i, golow a isterlentri*6, haval orth golow an loer a-ugh an breow kyns hi dhe sevel, a goedhas a-dro dh’aga dewdroes dell hevelis. Taw ens i lemmyn, ha dell dremenas an diwettha Elf, ev a dreylyas ha mires war-tu ha’n hobytow ha hwartha.
The hobbits sat in shadow by the wayside. Before long the Elves came down the lane towards the valley. They passed slowly, and the hobbits could see the starlight glimmering on their hair and in their eyes. They bore no lights, yet as they walked a shimmer, like the light of the moon above the rim of the hills before it rises, seemed to fall about their feet. They were now silent, and as the last Elf passed he turned and looked towards the hobbits and laughed.

definitive a. distinct, differentiated diblans; comprehensive dien /'diːɐn/; crownyk d; eus pup tra etto; eus keniver tra etto; authorititive âwthorejek Lh., prob. < W; dhodho (an) âwtorita; last diwethha, phr. the last word an diwettha ger; an ger diwettha definitiveness n. diblanseth f. < a.
definitive a. distinct, differentiated diblans; comprehensive dien /'diːɐn/; crownyk d; eus pup tra etto; eus keniver tra etto; authorititive âwthorejek Lh., prob. < W; dhodho (an) âwtorita; last diwethha, phr. the last word an diwettha ger; an ger diwettha definitiveness n. diblanseth f. < a.