The EXCITING, MIND BLOWING History of ENGLISH!!!

Brain StretcherWhat do the following words have in

common? Baxter Brewster Spinster

Question TimeWhich language or languages are NOT

related to English?1. Chinese2. French3. Romanian4. Persian / Farsi5. Greek6. Sanskrit

Did you know….?England, the home of English, is named for some of our wonderful “barbarian” friends.HINT: What is the French for England?

Old English (500 – 1100)The first epic poem in English

The Lord's Prayer (Old English - Anglo-Saxon)

 Fæder ure þu þe eart on heofonum;Si þin nama gehalgodto becume þin ricegewurþe ðin willaon eorðan swa swa on heofonum. urne gedæghwamlican hlaf syle us todægand forgyf us ure gyltasswa swa we forgyfað urum gyltendumand ne gelæd þu us on costnungeac alys us of yfele soþlice  Translation of Old English Text

The Danes / Vikings / Norse (800)

Viking Words1. Wind-eye2. Uggligr3. Berserk4. Knifr5. Husbondi6. Freckle7. Kaka (not what you think!)8. Elf & troll9. Scream10. They / them / their

And 100’s more!

Middle English (1100 – 1500)Marked by the coming of the Normans…

English becomes the THIRD language after French and Latin.

The French were the rulers so all of the fancy words and words concerning government came from French. Words concerning common everyday stuff remained English.

Name that Animal / FoodMooOinkBaa

Is it French (Latin) or is it English?Swan / cygnetDemand / askWish / desireRoom / chamberLiberty / freedom

Famous Middle English Poem by Geoffrey Chaucer

 

Whan that aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of march hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan zephirus eek with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth Tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the ram his halve cours yronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open ye (so priketh hem nature in hir corages); Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages, And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes, To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes; And specially from every shires ende Of engelond to caunterbury they wende, The hooly blisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

Here begins the Book of the Tales of CanterburyWhen April with his showers sweet with fruitThe drought of March has pierced unto the rootAnd bathed each vein with liquor that has powerTo generate therein and sire the flower;When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,Quickened again, in every holt and heath,The tender shoots and buds, and the young sunInto the Ram one half his course has run,And many little birds make melodyThat sleep through all the night with open eye(So Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage)-Then do folk long to go on pilgrimage,And palmers to go seeking out strange strands,To distant shrines well known in sundry lands.And specially from every shire's endOf England they to Canterbury wend,The holy blessed martyr there to seek