nearly, almost Ymruglo, v. to trail one’s self Ymrwygo, v. to tear one’s self Ymrwymo, v. to bind one’s self Ymryson, n. contention, dispute: v. to contend, to dispute Ymrysonwr, n. a contender Ymsathru, v. to tread mutually Ymsefydlu, v. to fix one’s self Ymserchu, v. to be doating Ymsoddi, v. to sink one’s self Ymsymud, n. self-motion Ymunioni, v. to self-straighten Ymwahanu, v. to separate one’s self; to be divided Ymwallgofi, v. to distract one’s self Ymwared, v. to deliver one’s self; to avert mutually Ymwarthu, v. to disgrace one’s self Ymwasgaru, v. to be self-scattering; to become scattered Ymwasgu, v. to press one’s self, to press together Yrawastadâu, v. to make one’s self even Ymweliad, n. a visitation Ymwellâu, v. to better one’s self Ymwerthu, v. to sell one’s self Ymwthio, v. to push one’s self; to push mutually Ymwychu, v. to adorn one’s self Ymyfed, n. a tippling Ymyl, n. side, edge, brink Ymylu, v. to edge, to rim Ymyraeth, n. intermeddling Ymyru, v. to intermeddle Ymysgar, n. the bowels Ymysgario, v. to separate one’s self Ymysgwyd, v. to shake one’s self Yn, n. state of being in: prep.
— from A Pocket Dictionary: Welsh-English by William Richards

of wesan . sinder (y) n. ‘ cinder ,’ dross, scoria, slag ,
— from A Concise Anglo-Saxon Dictionary For the Use of Students by J. R. Clark (John R. Clark) Hall

'Shall you not come down once , Philip?'
— from Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 706 July 7, 1877 by Various

Some yellow newspaper cuttings describing its contents hung above it, and these we pretended to read.
— from The Quest of the Sacred Slipper by Sax Rohmer

Cram a bushel into a peck, though 'The Doctor' said you never could do that!
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 12, October, 1858 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics by Various

Old Tipsy has got a big, old silver one, but he says you never can depend upon it in this damp place.
— from Trapped by Malays: A Tale of Bayonet and Kris by George Manville Fenn

I can see you now coming down the trail on a burro,—what fun it will be."
— from In the High Valley Being the fifth and last volume of the Katy Did series by Susan Coolidge

because he sings so sweetly.—Can't you sing your new carol, dear?"
— from Polly and the Princess by Emma C. Dowd

At the commencement the weather was fine, but in a few days it became quite unsettled and stormy; yet nothing could damp the long-cherished ardour of the pilgrims.
— from John Ronge; The Holy Coat of Treves; New German-Catholic Church by Anonymous

'Tis but Slavonic kin among themselves contending, An ancient household strife, oft judged but still unending, A question which, be sure, ye never can decide.
— from Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 58, Number 358, August 1845 by Various