Easy Lessons, Or, Self-instruction in Irish :John Mullany, 1860 - 390 strán (strany) |
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Strana 16
... expressed in English by the verb to be and the adjective - is expressed in Irish by the noun , after the verb ta ( b - fujl ) , is , and the preposi- tional pronoun , on me , on thee , & c . , orm , ort , & c .: as , ta tart orm ...
... expressed in English by the verb to be and the adjective - is expressed in Irish by the noun , after the verb ta ( b - fujl ) , is , and the preposi- tional pronoun , on me , on thee , & c . , orm , ort , & c .: as , ta tart orm ...
Strana 26
... expressed in Irish , I have my plenty , ta mo jajċ agam . Sgiam , beauty . Sus , sit ( v ) . Tee , hot ; also flee ( v ) . Tus , thick , plenty . Tras , the shore at low water ; from tras , ebb . Treab , a tribe ; Latin , tribus . Treit ...
... expressed in Irish , I have my plenty , ta mo jajċ agam . Sgiam , beauty . Sus , sit ( v ) . Tee , hot ; also flee ( v ) . Tus , thick , plenty . Tras , the shore at low water ; from tras , ebb . Treab , a tribe ; Latin , tribus . Treit ...
Strana 34
... expressed after the verb when conjugated synthetically ; and should the personal pronouns be found so expressed , they must be necessarily in the objective case . Thus- I am . Taim = ta me , Tajm me ta me , me , I , I am ; Buajl - im mé ...
... expressed after the verb when conjugated synthetically ; and should the personal pronouns be found so expressed , they must be necessarily in the objective case . Thus- I am . Taim = ta me , Tajm me ta me , me , I , I am ; Buajl - im mé ...
Strana 35
... expressed , one unin- flected form of the verb suffices for all , since the relation of its persons is sufficiently marked by the subject , just as in English ; I loved , thou lovest , he loved ; we loved , you loved , they loved . The ...
... expressed , one unin- flected form of the verb suffices for all , since the relation of its persons is sufficiently marked by the subject , just as in English ; I loved , thou lovest , he loved ; we loved , you loved , they loved . The ...
Strana 38
... expressed ; as , nár rajb ré , may he be not ; nár molajo ré , may he not praise ; njor , not ; from ní , not , and ro ; naċar , which not . ( See in preceding Lesson , page 36 , -the word rajb ; also Second Lesson , Obs . 1 page 10 ) ...
... expressed ; as , nár rajb ré , may he be not ; nár molajo ré , may he not praise ; njor , not ; from ní , not , and ro ; naċar , which not . ( See in preceding Lesson , page 36 , -the word rajb ; also Second Lesson , Obs . 1 page 10 ) ...
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aċt adjective agad againn agam agus agus air aimsir amaċ anois aspirated bean bejt bideann bless breaż ceud cinealtas cóir compound consonant daor déan deanad declension deir derived diphthong dubairt duine eclipsis English EXERCISE faoi faoj faol fear fearr féin fios agam fjon gaċ gaċ uile Gaelic galar gender genitive go b-fuil Greek Irish Irish language language Latin leat leis lejr Lesson liom ljom majć majt meaning meud mór naċ njor nouns nuair óir person plur plural praise prefix preposition prepositional pronoun pronouns raib rajb rinne root saor sead singular slender sound spelling syllable ta air talaṁ taob teaċ teaċt tense thou tinneas trom uair uile verb VOCABULARY vowel Welsh word
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Strana 42 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!