英语爱的作文怎么写
『壹』 用“爱”写一遍英语作文
“Hello,beautiful girl.I love you!” “Are you kiding with me?! YOU,GET OUT!”
好吧我是来捣乱的
『贰』 关于爱的作文用英语怎么写
Love makes the world go around.
to us human is what water to fish.Love shines the most beautiful light of humanity,we born in it,we live by it.Too often we take it as granted,but we should know love is a priceless gift we should cherish.But how to cherish the love?I have heard a saying :the quickest way to receive love is to give it; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
It is important for us to learn to love as the first class in our life.Only when you know how to love than you will be a real man in this world.Love brings us warmth in the fearful coldness,love brings us bright when life gets hard and dark.Love brings us confidence toward life when we are tired out and want to give up.
Love deserves all the admiring words,and love is even beyond the life and death.That is what love is all about in my eyes.
『叁』 以爱为题写一篇英语作文
我英语不好,我写作不错,我可以写爱的文章,但是翻译成英语就有劳各位了：
爱
人们常说：“爱是人类最宝贵的财富之一.”也有人说：“爱是上帝赐给我们最大的礼品,任何人一旦缺少了它们,就难以得到幸福.”那么,爱究竟是什么呢?
爱是什么,我也无法描述,只知道它既无重量又无体积,既不是固体也不是液体,更不是气体.它无法用时间、空间甚至金钱来衡量.
爱到底是什么?我想：
爱是“慈母手中线,游子身上衣”的那份真情.
爱是“但愿人长久,千里共婵娟”的那声祝福.
爱是“独在异乡为异客,每逢佳期节倍思亲”的那种情怀.
爱是“如果你正承受不幸,请你告诉我”的那种呼唤.
爱是“一枚小小的邮票,我在这头,母亲在那头”的思念.
爱是成功时爸爸脸上的微笑,妈妈的鼓励和嘉奖.
爱是失败时爸爸额上皱纹,妈妈眼中的泪珠,兄弟姐妹的一双双支持的手.
爱是回家时爷爷脸上灿烂的笑容,奶奶抽屉里香甜的糖果.
爱是中秋节时从故乡捎来的圆圆
爱是春节中四面八方发来的条条短信,以及朋友的由衷祝愿.
这就是爱,既简单又复杂.它简单,却让你怎么说也说不清楚；它复杂,却又只是一种亲朋之间的情谊.
缺少爱的人,如迷途的羔羊,似断樯的航船——迷惘、无助.
缺少爱的人,如秋风过后的枯树,似大雁南飞后的空巢——寂寞、冷清.
缺少爱的人,如戈壁上的幼株,缺乏雨露的滋润和土壤的给予,终难成为大树.
缺少爱的人,如折了翅膀的小鸟,似断了牵线的风筝,再就难以飞上天空.
爱就是：行舟时的流水,攀登时的手脚,黑夜中的灯塔,脆弱时的肩膀……
爱是一笔宝贵的财富,我们都应该拥有它,珍惜它；爱是春天的使者,我们应该给它贴上青春的邮票,寄给所有的亲朋好友以及需要的人.
『肆』 关于爱的英语作文怎么写
Love makes the world go around.
Love to us human is what water to fish.Love shines the most beautiful light of humanity,we born in it,we live by it.Too often we take it as granted,but we should know love is a priceless gift we should cherish.But how to cherish the love?I have heard a saying :the quickest way to receive love is to give it; the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
It is important for us to learn to love as the first class in our life.Only when you know how to love than you will be a real man in this world.Love brings us warmth in the fearful coldness,love brings us bright when life gets hard and dark.Love brings us confidence toward life when we are tired out and want to give up.
Love deserves all the admiring words,and love is even beyond the life and death.That is what love is all about in my eyes.
『伍』 英语作文怎么写的爱情
The Positive Meanings of Love
We'd like to share some of the positive meanings love has for us.
Love means that I know the person I love. I'm aware of the many sides of the other person — not just the beautiful side but also the limitations, inconsistencies and faults. I have an awareness of the other's feelings and thoughts, and I experience something of the core of that person. I can penetrate social masks and roles and see the other person on a deeper level.
Love means that I care about the welfare of the person I love. To the extent that it is genuine, my caring is not possessive, nor does it hold the other person back. On the contrary, my caring frees both of us. If I care about you, I'm concerned about your growth, and I hope you will become all that you can become. Consequently, I don't put up obstacles to what you do that enhances you as a person, even though it may result in my discomfort at times.
Love means having respect for the dignity of the person I love. If I love you, I can see you as a separate person, with your own values and thoughts and feelings, and I do not insist that you surrender your identity to match an image of what I expect you to be for me. I can allow and encourage you to stand alone and to be who you are, and I avoid treating you as an object or using you primarily to satisfy my own needs.
Love means having a responsibility toward the person I love. If I love you, I respond to most of your major needs as a person. This responsibility does not include my doing for you what you are capable of doing for yourself; nor does it mean that I run your life for you. It does mean acknowledging that what I am and what I do affects you, so that I am directly involved in your happiness and your suffering. A lover does have the capacity to hurt or ignore the loved one, and in this sense we see that love involves an acceptance of some responsibility for the impact my way of being has on you.
Love means making a commitment to the person I love. This commitment does not mean surrendering our total selves to each other; nor does it imply that the relationship is necessarily permanent. It does involve a willingness to stay with each other in times of pain, struggle, and despair, as well as in times of calm and enjoyment.
Love means trusting the person I love. If I love you, I trust that you will accept my caring and my love and that you won't deliberately hurt me. I trust that you will find me attractive, and that you won't abandon me; I trust the mutual nature of our love. If we trust each other, we are willing to be open to each other and reveal our true selves.
Love can tolerate imperfection. In a love relationship there are times when I am bored, times when I may feel like giving up, times of real strain, and times I feel I can't move forward. Authentic love does not imply enring happiness. I can stay ring rough times, however, because I can remember what we had together in the past, and I can picture what we will have together in our future if we care enough to face our problems and work them through. We agree with the idea that love is a spirit that changes life. Love is a way of life that is creative and that transforms. However, love is not reserved for a perfect world. Love is meant for our imperfect world where things go wrong. Love is meant to be a spirit that works in painful situations. Love is meant to bring meaning into life where nonsense appears to rule. In other words, love comes into an imperfect world to make it possible to live.
Love is open. If I love you, I encourage you to reach out and develop other relationships. Although our love for each other and our commitment to each other might prohibit certain actions on our parts, we are not totally and exclusively married to each other. It is a false love that cements one person to another in such a way that he or she is not given room to grow.
Love is selfish. I can only love you if I genuinely love, value, appreciate, and respect myself. If I am empty, then all I can give you is my emptiness. If I feel that I'm complete and worthwhile in myself, then I'm able to give to you out of my fullness. One of the best ways for me to give you love is by fully enjoying myself with you.
Love involves seeing the potential within the person we love. In my love for another, I view her or him as the person she or he can become, while still accepting who and what the person is now. By taking people as they are, we make them worse, but by treating them as if they already were what they ought to be, we help make them better.
To sum it up, mature love is union under the condition of preserving one's indiviality. In love, two beings become one and yet remain two.
爱的真谛
我们想把我们对爱情的一些积极看法跟大家分享。
爱就意味着了解所爱的人。能够认识到这个人多个方面——不仅仅是美好的一面，还有他的局限，他的矛盾之处和他的缺点。要看到对方的情感、思想，感觉他的内心，要能够透过他在社交场合的表现和他的社会角色而看到他内心的深处。
爱就意味着关心所爱之人的幸福。事实上，爱不是占有，也不是束缚。相反，两人都在爱中得到自由。关心一个人就是关心他的成长，希望他可以成为最好的他。因此，我不会为他的个人发展设置障碍，即使这样有时使我难受。
爱就意味着尊重所爱之人。爱一个人，就是将其卸任一个独立的人，有自己的价值观、思想和感情。我不会为自己而坚持要他放弃个性变成我所希望的他。我能允许，也鼓励他我行我素，成为他自己。我不会视他为物，或利用他主要来满足自己的需要。
爱就意味着对所爱之人负责。爱一个人，就要对他作为独立个体的需求做出回应。这种负责并不包括替他做他可以自己做到的事，也不是操纵他的生活。这种负责是承认我的所作所为会影响到他，他的欢乐痛苦都与我直接相关。相爱者确有伤害或忽略所爱的人的能力。从这个意义上说，我们认为，爱就要为自己的行为对对方产生的影响承担某种责任。
爱就意味着对所爱之人做出承诺。这种承诺并非意味着把自己完全交给对方，也并不是说这一关系必然是天长地久，这种承诺否认在平静愉快时，还是困苦挣扎、失意绝望时，都愿意厮守相伴。
爱就意味着信赖所爱之人。爱一个人，就要相信他会接受我的关心，接受我的爱，相信他不会故意伤害我；相信他会认为平静愉快有吸引力，相信他不会抛弃我；相信爱是相互的。如果我们彼此信赖，我们就愿彼此坦诚相待，敞开心扉。
爱能够容忍不完美。爱人之间也会有时感到厌倦，有时想放弃，有时感到压力，有时感到无法前进。真正的爱并不意味着永远的幸福。但是，在困难时期我能坚守，因为我仍记得我们共同度过的日子，我也能想象如果我们愿意面对我们之间的问题、渡过难关、我们将共同拥有什么样的未来。我们一致认为爱是一种能改变人生的精神。爱是一种生活方式，它具有创造和改变的力量。但是爱并不是为完善世界而存在的，爱本来就是我们这个不完美、有缺陷的世界而存在的。爱应该是一种能缓解痛苦的精神力量。爱应该给我们这无聊的生活带来意义。换言之，是爱使我们能够在这不完美的世界上生活下去。
爱是包容的。爱一个人，就要鼓励他与他人建立联系。尽管对彼此的爱与承诺不允许我们有某些行为，这种结合也不是全然排他的。两个人密不可分，再无个人发展的余地，这样的爱是不真实、不明智的。
爱又是自私的。只有真正自爱自重、自赏自尊，才能接受别人。如果自己空虚，那么我能给所爱之人的也只是空虚。如果认为自己是充实的、出色的，那么我就能以自己的充实为所爱之人增光，给对方以爱的最好方法之一就是与所爱之人一起充分体验自己。
爱就要看到所爱之人身上的内在潜力。爱一个人，在接受今日的他的同时，还要了看作明天他会成为的人。视人静止不变，则令其退步，而视其进步发展、如同他的潜力已经发挥，则助其进步。
总而言之，成熟的爱就是在保持个体独立条件下的双方结合。在爱情中，两个人变成了一个人同时还保持着两个独立的个体。
『陆』 用爱这个字写英语作文小学四年级的
I Love My Mother s Milk I have a good mother,I love her and she loves me.She is not beautiful,but she is God in my deepest heart.I can t remember the days when my dear mother gave her great love to me ,but I will never forget every cups of milk that she brings for me while I am tired.Yes,it is very delicious.I think there is nothing can be better than my mother smilk.It is her great love.I love my mother s milk.
『柒』 写一篇关于爱情的英语作文
In the beginning, love is always sweet.As time is slipping away, boredom, be used to, abandonment, loneliness, despair and cold smile will come graally.
Once being eager to stay with someone forever, later, we would felicitate
ourselves on leaving him/her.
During those transient days, we thought we loved him/her deeply.Then, we got to know it is not love but a lie by which we comfort
ourselves.
(开始的开始总是甜蜜的。后来就有了厌倦、习惯、背弃、寂寞、绝望和冷笑。曾经渴望与一个人长相厮守，后来，多么庆幸自己离开了？曾几何时，在一段短暂的时光里，我们以为自己深深的爱着的一个人。后来，我们才知道，那不是爱，那只是对自己说谎。)
It is turned out that those who you thought you could not lose, actually, it
is not very hard to forget them. You drained up your tears, there will be another one pleasing you.
You had plunged yourself into a depression, finally, you found those who do not love you are not worthy of your sadness.
Recalling those unhappy things, is it a comedy? When your wrong love
stops its steps, a brand-new world will be shown to you.
All sadness will become history.
(你以为不可失去的人，原来并非不可失去。你流干了眼泪，自有另一个人逗你欢笑。你伤心欲绝，然后发现不爱你的人，根本不值得你为之伤心。今天回首，何尝不是一个喜剧？情尽时，自有另一番新境界，所有的悲哀也不过是历史。)
For love, imagination is often more beautiful than reality. The same with meeting, also with separation.
We thought we would have a deep love toward somebody. Incoming days will let you know in fact it just is very shallow, very shallow.
The most deep and heaviest love must grow up with days.
(爱情总是想象比现实美丽，相逢如是，告别亦如是。我们以为爱得很深、很深，来日岁月，会让你知道，它不过很浅、很浅。最深最重的爱，必须和时日一起成长。)
With love, two strangers can suddenly be familiar with each other that they sleep on the same bed.
However, this two similar people,
While breaking up, say,
“I think you are more and more strange to me”
It is love that has two strangers become acquaintances, then turning the two acquaintances into strangers again.
Love is such kind of game which makes two strangers become lovers, then return them into the original situation.
(因为爱情的缘故，两个陌生人可以突然熟络到睡在同一张床上。然而，相同的两个人，在分手时却说，我觉得你越来越陌生。爱情将两个人由陌生变成熟悉，又由熟悉变成陌生。爱情正是一个将一对陌生人变成情侣，又将一对情侣变成陌生人的游戏。)
I believe, love can change you,
Which is the advantage of youth as well as its sorrow.
What has men changed perhaps comes from God’s love or the mercy of Budda, but they are never changed by women.
The prodigal are the most unsuitable person for getting married,
meanwhile, the most suitable one for marriage as well.
It is not women who change the prodigal, she just appear in the very time when the prodigal want to be changed.
(相信爱情可以令一个人改变，是年轻的好处，也是年轻的悲哀。浪子永远是浪子。令男人改变的，也许是上帝的爱或者佛祖的慈悲，但绝对不会是女人。最不宜结婚的是浪子，最适宜结婚的也是浪子。往往不是女人改变一个浪子，而是女人在浪子想改变的时候刚好出现。)
『捌』 写一篇题目为《Love》的英语作文，可以写父母对我的爱，也可以写朋友之间的爱
英语散文:母爱的真谛-永远不后悔
Time is running out for my friend. While we are sitting at lunch she casually mentions she and her husband are thinking of starting a family. "We're taking a survey,"she says, half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"
"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral. "I know,"she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous holidays..."
But that's not what I mean at all. I look at my friend, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes. I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will be vulnerable forever.
I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without thinking: "What if that had been MY child?" That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die. I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will rece her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.
I feel I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for child care, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting, and she will think her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her child is all right.
I want my friend to know that every decision will no longer be routine. That a five-year-old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at a restaurant will become a major dilemma. The issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in the lavatory. However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive friend, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the added weight of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself. That her own life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. She would give it up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years—not to accomplish her own dreams—but to watch her children accomplish theirs.
I want to describe to my friend the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to hit a ball. I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it hurts.
My friend's look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I say finally. Then, squeezing my friend's hand, I offer a prayer for her and me and all of the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this holiest of callings.
时光任苒，朋友已经老大不小了。我们坐在一起吃饭的时候，她漫不经心地提到她和她的丈夫正考虑要小孩。“我们正在做一项调查，”她半开玩笑地说。“你觉得我应该要个小孩吗？”
“他将改变你的生活。”我小心翼翼地说道，尽量使语气保持客观。“这我知道。”她答道，“周末睡不成懒觉，再也不能随心所欲休假了……”
但我说的绝非这些。我注视着朋友，试图整理一下自己的思绪。我想让她知道她永远不可能在分娩课上学到的东西。我想让她知道：分娩的有形伤疤可以愈合，但是做母亲的情感伤痕却永远如新，她会因此变得十分脆弱。
我想告诫她：做了母亲后，每当她看报纸时就会情不自禁地联想：“如果那件事情发生在我的孩子身上将会怎样啊！”每一次飞机失事、每一场住宅火灾都会让她提心吊胆。看到那些忍饥挨饿的孩子们的照片时，她会思索：世界上还有什么比眼睁睁地看着自己的孩子饿死更惨的事情呢？我打量着她精修细剪的指甲和时尚前卫的衣服，心里想到：不管她打扮多么考究，做了母亲后，她会变得像护崽的母熊那样原始而不修边幅。
我觉得自己应该提醒她，不管她在工作上投入了多少年，一旦做了母亲，工作就会脱离常规。她自然可以安排他人照顾孩子，但说不定哪天她要去参加一个非常重要的商务会议，却忍不住想起宝宝身上散发的甜甜乳香。她不得不拼命克制自己，才不致于为了看看孩子是否安然无羔而中途回家。
我想告诉朋友，有了孩子后，她将再也不能按照惯例做出决定。在餐馆，5岁的儿子想进男厕而不愿进女厕将成为摆在她眼前的一大难题：她将在两个选择之间权衡一番：尊重孩子的独立和性别意识，还是让他进男厕所冒险被潜在的儿童性骚扰者侵害？任凭她在办公室多么果断，作为母亲，她仍经常事后后悔自己当时的决定。
注视着我的这位漂亮的朋友，我想让她明确地知道，她最终会恢复到怀孕前的体重，但是她对自己的感觉已然不同。她现在视为如此重要的生命将随着孩子的诞生而变得不那么宝贵。为了救自己的孩子，她时刻愿意献出自己的生命。但她也开始希望多活一些年头，不是为了实现自己的梦想，而是为了看着孩子们美梦成真。
我想向朋友形容自己看到孩子学会击球时的喜悦之情。我想让她留意宝宝第一次触摸狗的绒毛时的捧腹大笑。我想让她品尝快乐，尽管这快乐真实得令人心痛。
朋友的表情让我意识到自己已经是热泪盈眶。“你永远不会后悔，”我最后说。然后紧紧地握住朋友的手，为她、为自己、也为每一位艰难跋涉、准备响应母亲职业神圣的召唤的平凡女性献上自己的祈祷
『玖』 用英语来写《我爱英语》这篇作文二百字左右
By JOHN McWHORTER
Published: January 20, 2012
There has always been disagreement on these American shores as to just what the “” English is. The status of Parisian French or Tuscan Italian has long been unassailable. Yet in the early 1940s, fusty Chicagoans were writing to The Chicago Tribune declaring Midwestern speech America’s “purest,” while New York radio announcers were speaking in plummy Londonesque, complete with rolled r’s. Down in Charleston, S.C., the elite’s sense of the best English involved peculiar archaisms like “cam” for “calm” and “gyardin” for “garden.”
SPEAKING AMERICAN
A History of English in the United States
By Richard W. Bailey
207 pp. Oxford University Press. $27.95.
In “Speaking American,” a history of American English, Richard W. Bailey argues that geography is largely behind our fluid evaluations of what constitutes “proper” English. Early Americans were often moving westward, and the East Coast, unlike European cities, birthed no dominant urban standard. The story of American English is one of eternal rises and falls in reputation, and Bailey, the author of several books on English, traces our assorted ways of speaking across the country, concentrating on a different area for each 50-year period, starting in Chesapeake Bay and ending in Los Angeles.
We are struck by the oddness of speech in earlier America. A Bostonian visiting Philadelphia in 1818 noted that his burgherly hostess casually pronounced “dictionary” as “disconary” and “again” as “agin.” William Cullen Bryant of Massachusetts, visiting New York City around 1820, wrote not about the “New Yawkese” we would expect, but about locutions, now vanished, like “sich” for “such” and “guv” for “gave.” Even some aspects of older writing might throw us. Perusing The Chicago Tribune of the 1930s, we would surely marvel at spellings like “crum,” “heven” and “iland,” which the paper included in its house style in the ultimately futile hope of streamlining English’s spelling system.
A challenge for a book like Bailey’s, however, is the sparseness of evidence on earlier forms of American English. The human voice was unrecorded before the late 19th century, and until the late 20th recordings of casual speech, especially of ordinary people, were rare. Meanwhile, written evidence of local, as opposed to standard, language has tended to be cursory and of shaky accuracy.
For example, the story of New York speech, despite the rich documentation of the city over all, is frustratingly dim. On the one hand, an 1853 observer identified New York’s English as “purer” than that found in most other places. Yet at the same time chronicles of street life were describing a jolly vernacular that has given us words like “bus,” “tramp” and “whiff.” Perhaps that 1853 observer was referring only to the speech of the better-off. But then just 16 years later, a novel describes a lad of prosperous upbringing as having a “strong New York accent,” while a book of 1856 warning against “grammatical embarrassment” identifies “voiolent” and “afeard” as pronunciations even upwardly mobile New Yorkers were given to. So what was that about “pure”?
Possibly as a way of compensating for the vagaries and skimpiness of the available evidence, Bailey devotes much of his story to the languages English has shared America with. It is indeed surprising how tolerant early Americans were of linguistic diversity. In 1903 one University of Chicago scholar wrote proudly that his city was host to 125,000 speakers of Polish, 100,000 of Swedish, 90,000 of Czech, 50,000 of Norwegian, 35,000 of Dutch, and 20,000 of Danish.
What earlier Americans considered more dangerous to the social fabric than diversity were perceived abuses within English itself. Prosecutable hate speech in 17th-century Massachusetts included calling people “dogs,” “rogues” and even “queens” (though the last referred to prostitution); magistrates took serious umbrage at being labeled “poopes” (“dolts”). Only later did xenophobic attitudes toward other languages come to prevail, sometimes with startling result. In the early years of the 20th century, California laws against fellatio and cunnilingus were vacated on the grounds that since the words were absent from dictionaries, they were not English and thus violations of the requirement that statutes be written in English.
Ultimately, however, issues like this take up too much space in a book supposedly about the development of English itself. Much of the chapter on Philadelphia is about the city’s use of German in the 18th century. It’s interesting to learn that Benjamin Franklin was as irritated about the prevalence of German as many today are about that of Spanish, but the chapter is concerned less with language than straight history — and the history of a language that, after all, isn’t English. In the Chicago chapter, Bailey mentions the dialect literature of Finley Peter Dunne and George Ade but gives us barely a look at what was in it, despite the fact that these were invaluable glimpses of otherwise rarely recorded speech.
Especially unsatisfying is how little we learn about the development of Southern English and its synergistic relationship with black English. Bailey gives a hint of the lay of the land in an impolite but indicative remark about Southern child rearing, made by a British traveler in 1746: “They suffer them too much to prowl amongst the young Negroes, which insensibly causes them to imbibe their Manners and broken Speech.” In fact, Southern English and the old plantation economy overlap almost perfectly: white and black Southerners taught one another how to talk. There is now a literature on the subject, barely described in the book.
On black English, Bailey is also too uncritical of a 1962 survey that documented black Chicagoans as talking like their white neighbors except for scattered vowel differences (as in “pin” for “pen”). People speak differently for interviewers than they do among themselves, and modern linguists have techniques for eliciting people’s casual language that did not exist in 1962. Surely the rich and distinct — and by no means “broken” — English of today’s black people in Chicago did not arise only in the 1970s.
Elsewhere, Bailey ventures peculiar conclusions that may be traceable to his having died last year, before he had the chance to polish his text. (The book’s editors say they have elected to leave untouched some cases of “potential ambiguity.”) If, as Bailey notes, only a handful of New Orleans’s expressions reach beyond Arkansas, then exactly how was it that New Orleans was nationally influential as the place “where the great cleansing of American English took place”?
And was 17th-century America really “unlike almost any other community in the world” because it was “a cluster of various ways of speaking”? This judgment would seem to neglect the dozens of colonized regions worldwide at the time, when legions of new languages and dialects had already developed and were continuing to evolve. Of the many ways America has been unique, the sheer existence of roiling linguistic diversity has not been one of them.
The history of American English has been presented in more detailed and precise fashion elsewhere — by J. L. Dillard, and even, for the 19th century, by Bailey himself, in his underread “Nineteenth-Century English.” Still, his handy tour is useful in imprinting a lesson sadly obscure to too many: as Bailey puts it, “Those who seek stability in English seldom find it; those who wish for uniformity become laughingstocks.”
John McWhorter’s latest book is “What Language Is (and What It Isn’t and What It Could Be).”