Şunu aradınız:: plump (İngilizce - Portekizce)

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the flesh shall be plump;
ter boa configuração.

what a tender young creature what a nice plump mouthful
o que é um bom bocado gordinho

it has a tiny head with a pointed snout and a plump, rounded body.
=== ciclo de vida ===o ciclo de vida de uma rã começa com um ovo.

but alone he would have been no more than the plump energumen of whom the sources tell us.
mas, por si só, ele nada mais seria que o corpulento energúmeno de que falam as fontes.

osornophryne antisana, the napo plump toad, is a species of toad in the bufonidae family.
osornophryne antisana é uma espécie de sapo da família bufonidae.

although he was born plump and rosy, it was soon evident that there was something wrong with him.
apesar de ter nascido com um bom peso e rosado, tornou-se rapidamente evidente que havia algo de errado nele.

7 the thin ears swallowed up the seven plump and full ears . then pharaoh awoke, and behold, it was a dream .
então faraó acordou, e eis que era um sonho.

corpses thought to be vampires were generally described as having a healthier appearance than expected, plump and showing little or no signs of decomposition.
corpos que se pensavam serem de vampiros eram geralmente descritos como tendo uma aparência mais saudável que o esperado, roliços e mostrando poucos ou nenhuns sinais de decomposição.

many times inspired by the beautiful smiles and plump lips of artists in the media, patients are increasingly interested in repairs that involve the smile and lip contour.
muitas vezes, inspirados pelos belos sorrisos e pelo padrão de lábios volumosos de artistas da mídia, pacientes mostram-se cada vez mais interessados em reparos que envolvem o sorriso e o contorno dos lábios.

in the arnold paole case, an old woman's exhumed corpse was judged by her neighbours to look more plump and healthy than she had ever looked in life.
no caso de arnold paole, o corpo exumado de uma mulher idosa foi julgado pelos seus vizinhos como mais roliço e saudável que o que ela alguma vez fora em vida.

and if you were to ask me to single out any particular aspect here, i would plump once again for rural development, because of its importance to the economy and to society and its basic equilibria.
que os estados-membros estejam conscientes dos riscos de um bloqueio da realiza ção do acto Único e que não deixem de ter em consideração os esforços envidados pela comissão para aproximar as posições. (aplausos)

:*:a plump girl who becomes one of sarah's closest friends after sarah defends her from lavinia's abusive treatment toward her.
:uma menina gordinha que se torna uma das amigas mais próximas de sarah depois que sarah defendela do tratamento abusivo de lavínia contra ela.

the hellenes themselves are aware of their failings ; they would like to eliminate them ; and if they had to choose would, i believe, plump for being englishmen.
o hellenes ele mesmo está ciente de seus failings; gostariam de eliminá-los; e se tivessem que escolher , mim acreditam, gordo para ser ingleses.

between the 106 and 306, peugeot hoped that the 205 would not need to be replaced, and could be phased out slowly, while customers who would normally plump for the 205 would continue to have a choice with either a smaller or larger car.
entre o 106 e 306, a peugeot esperava que o 205 não precisaria ser substituído, e poderia ser descontinuado gradualmente, enquanto seus consumidores teriam opções tanto acima quanto abaixo da gama 205.

in appearance, helena was described by john van der kiste as plump and dowdy; and in temperament, as placid, and business-like, with an authoritarian spirit.
a aparência de helena foi descrita pelo historiador john van der kiste como roliça e deselegante; em temperamento era plácida e empresarial, com um espírito autoritário.

billy weaver had travelled down from london on the slow afternoon train, with a change at reading on the way, and by the time he got to bath it was about nine o’clock in the evening and the moon was coming up out of a clear, starry sky over the houses opposite the station entrance. but the air was deadly cold and the wind was like a flat blade of ice on his cheeks. “excuse me,” he said to a porter, “but is there a fairly cheap hotel not too far away from here?” “try the bell and dragon,” the porter answered, pointing down the road. “they might take you in. it’s about a quarter of a mile along on the other side.” billy thanked him and picked up his suitcase and set out to walk the quarter mile to the bell and dragon. he had never been to bath before. he didn’t know anyone who lived there. but mr. greenslade at the head office in london had told him it was a splendid town. “find your own lodgings,” he had said, “and then go along and report to the branch manager as soon as you’ve got yourself settled.” billy was seventeen years old. he was wearing a new navy-blue overcoat, a new brown trilby hat, and a new brown suit, and he was feeling fine. he walked briskly down the street. he was trying to do everything briskly these days. briskness, he had decided, was the one common characteristic of all successful businessmen. the big shots up at head office were absolutely fantastically brisk all the time. they were amazing. there were no shops on this wide street that he was walking along, only a line of tall houses on each side, all of them identical. they had porches and pillars and four or five steps going up to their front doors, and it was obvious that once upon a time they had been very swanky residences. but now, even in the darkness, he could see that the paint was peeling from the woodwork on their doors and windows, and that the handsome white façades were cracked and blotchy from neglect. suddenly, not six yards away, in a downstairs window that was brilliantly illuminated by a street lamp, billy caught sight of a printed notice propped up against the glass in one of the upper panes. it said “bed and breakfast.” there was a vase of yellow chrysanthemums, tall and beautiful, standing just underneath the notice. he stopped walking. he moved a bit closer. green curtains (some sort of velvety material) were hanging down on either side of the window. the chrysanthemums looked wonderful beside them. he went right up and peered through the glass into the room, and the first thing he saw was a bright fire burning on the hearth. on the carpet in front of the fire, a pretty little dachshund was curled up asleep, with its nose tucked into its belly. the room itself, as far as he could see in the half darkness, was filled with pleasant furniture. there was a baby-grand piano and a big sofa and several plump armchairs, and in one corner he spotted a large parrot in a cage. animals were usually a good sign in a place like this, billy told himself, and all in all, it looked as though it would be a pretty decent house to stay in. certainly it would be more comfortable than the bell and dragon. on the other hand, a pub would be more congenial than a boarding house. there would be beer and darts in the evenings, and lots of people to talk to, and it would probably be a good bit cheaper, too. he had stayed a couple of nights in a pub once before, and he had liked it. he had never stayed in any boarding houses, and to be perfectly honest, he was a tiny bit frightened of them. the name itself conjured up images of watery cabbage, rapacious landladies, and a powerful smell of kippers in the living room. after dithering about like this in the cold for two or three minutes, billy decided that he would walk on and take a look at the bell and dragon before making up his mind. he turned to go. and now a queer thing happened to him. he was in the act of stepping back and turning away from the window when all at once his eye was caught again and held in the most peculiar manner by the small notice that was there, “bed and breakfast,” it said. “bed and breakfast, bed and breakfast, bed and breakfast.” each word was like a large black eye staring at him through the glass, holding him, compelling him, forcing him to stay where he was and not walk away from that house, and the next thing he knew he was actually moving across from the window to the front door, climbing the steps that led up to it, and reaching for the bell.
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