Praise enough

To fill the ambition of a private man,

That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.

William Cowper (1731-1800): The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 235.

Which I wish to remark,—

And my language is plain,—

That for ways that are dark

And for tricks that are vain,

The heathen Chinee is peculiar.

Grover Cleveland (1837-1908): Plain Language from Truthful James.

To him who in the love of Nature holds

Communion with her visible forms, she speaks

A various language.

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878): Thanatopsis.

Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,

And men talk only to conceal the mind.

Edward Young (1684-1765): Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 207.

But what am I?

An infant crying in the night:

An infant crying for the light,

And with no language but a cry.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): In Memoriam. liv. Stanza 5.

Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd

With me but roughly since I heard thee last.

William Cowper (1731-1800): On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.

And don't confound the language of the nation

With long-tailed words in osity and ation.

J Hookham Frere (1769-1846): The Monks and the Giants. Canto i. Line 6.

Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,

One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,

When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,

Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.

Henry W Longfellow (1807-1882): Flowers.

Under the tropic is our language spoke,

And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.

Edmund Waller (1605-1687): Upon the Death of the Lord Protector.