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And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain read more
And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?
Our native language is like a second skin, so much a part of us we resist the idea that it read more
Our native language is like a second skin, so much a part of us we resist the idea that it is constantly changing, constantly being renewed.
He has strangled
His language in his tears.
He has strangled
His language in his tears.
The individual's whole experience is built upon the plan of his language.
The individual's whole experience is built upon the plan of his language.
Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!
Thou whoreson zed, thou unnecessary letter!
And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
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And who in time knows whither we may vent
The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
This gain of our best glory shall be sent,
T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident
May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?
Those who know nothing of foreign languages, knows nothing of their own.
Those who know nothing of foreign languages, knows nothing of their own.
Like a diaphanous nightgown, language both hides and reveals.
Like a diaphanous nightgown, language both hides and reveals.
