What is your name?" asked Lear. Caius," said Kent. And whence do you hail?" From Bonking, sire. " Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?
I see my way as birds their trackless way. I shall arrive,- what time, what circuit first, I ask not; but unless God send his hail Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow, In some time, his good time, I shall arrive: He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
When I was a boy, my grandfather taught me the list of kings: Romulus, Numa Pompilius, Tullus Hostilius, Ancus Marcius, Tarquinius the Elder, Servius Tullius. Tarquinius the Proud was to be the last, the very last, cast out and replaced forever by something called a republic. A mockery! A mistake! An experiment that failed! Today is the republic’s final day. Tomorrow, men will shout in the Forum, ‘All hail King Coriolanus!
Dark accurate plunger down the successive knell Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a red Reverberance of hail upon the dead Thunder like an exploding crucible!
In fact, very few people on the face of the planet know that the very shape of the M25 forms the sigil *odegra* in the language of the Black Priesthood of Ancient Mu, and means 'Hail the Great Beast, Devourer of Worlds'.
we are, in this country, more open to new ideas. But we are also, it seems to me, more inclined to hail the new as absolute truth - until the next new comes along.
The Chicago mobs. . . They practiced their own perverted form of "survival of the fittest. " Where the strong clawed their way to the top of a criminal empire. And the weak died in a hail of machine gun bullets.
I think 'Hail to the Chief' needs a little bit fresher sound. I might put some gospel beats in 'Hail to the Chief. '
Hail, hail Freedonia, land of the free!
The assault of our enemies is not part of our life; it is only part of our experience; we throw it off and guard ourselves against it as against frost, storm, rain, hail, or any other of the external evils which may be expected to happen.
All hail the dragon slayer!" (Bones)
Hail fellow, well met.
Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.
The big, shoe-thumping fellow continues as a dark thunderhead to threaten all unrepentant non-Communists with hail and thunder.
Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.
The reason I take pride for that is one of the things you worry about when you're in the bubble, and there's all this pomp and circumstance and hail to the chief is, do you lose touch with what you thought was important and what brought you here? And I'm proud that I don't think I have lost touch.
Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.
I came up with my own expression. I like to make it hail. Yeah. That's when you throw change on sluts.
Hail Lord,. . . Loose my chains.
Drummond is many things, and one of those things is a magician. (. . . ) Art is magic, and so is pop. Bill Drummond is a cultural magician, and 45 is his logbook. Shelve alongside Brian Eno's A Year With Swollen Appendices. Hail Discordia !