Eve Barrett

[Eve Barrett]

What languages are spoken in London?

Many languages are spoken in London! In a survey of 850,000 school children, over 250 languages where spoken. Here are the top 20: English 608,500 Bengali & Silheti 40,400 Panjabi 29,800 Gujerati 28,600 Hindi/Urdu 26,000 Turkish 15,600 Arabic 11,000 English-based Creoles 10,700 Yorubu (Nigeria) 10,400 Somali 8,300 Cantonese 6,900 Greek 6,300 Akan (Ashanti) 6,000 Portuguese 6,000 French 5,600 Spanish 5,500 Tamil (Sri Lanka) 3,700 Farsi (Persian) 3,300 Italian 2,500 Vietnamese 2,400 In 7 Sancho pupils speak English Spanish French Italian Yoruba and Albanian.
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Cockney Rhyming Slang

Rhyming slang is phrase from English that is turned into a rhyme it was created in the East End of London; hence the name, Cockney rhyming slang... Here is a dictionary of some of the Cockney Rhyming Slang that is used commonly throughout London:

William Blake: London:

In this poem William Blake is walking through the streets of London. He is noticing very detailed things about London. Such as: The Thames river, Every church, Hapless soldiers sighs, etc. He says: Thames does flow and mark in every face I meet. Marks of weakness, marks of woe. This is saying how the Thames and the scenery affect the people and that you can see the emotions that people display because of it. I think the theme of the poem is to bring the deep side out of London and to target the people and how they go about. The way he has used rhymes to add to the effect of the poem was really good as it gave you something to make it a poem. This is because if it didnt rhyme, it would just be a story. I think he was very descriptive with this poem: charterd street., Blackning Church. And Hapless soldiers. Overall I think that William Blake was and excellent poet and that this poem should inspire a lot of people! I would keep the design simple so the attention would be on the actual poem:
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I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear

And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.