Victor Marie Hugo

[Victor Hugo] (26 February 1802 – 22 May 1885 / Besancon / France)

Victor Marie Hugo Poems

1. The Old And The Young Bridegroom 4/3/2010
2. The Old Man’s Love 4/3/2010
3. The Pity Of Angels 4/3/2010
4. The Quiet Rural Church 4/3/2010
5. The Refugee’s Haven 4/3/2010
6. The Roll Of The De Silve Race 4/3/2010
7. The Son In Old Age 4/3/2010
8. The Spanish Lady’s Love 4/3/2010
9. The Worst Treason 4/3/2010
10. Then, Most, I Smile 4/3/2010
11. The Retreat From Moscow 4/3/2010
12. The Portrait Of A Child 4/3/2010
13. The Lover’s Colloquy 4/3/2010
14. The Veil 4/3/2010
15. The Lover’s Sacrifice 4/3/2010
16. They Say: 4/3/2010
17. Man and Woman 4/8/2016
18. The Sower 4/3/2010
19. The First Black Flag 4/3/2010
20. The Giant In Glee 4/3/2010
21. The Girl Of Otaheite 4/3/2010
22. The Feast Of Freedom 4/3/2010
23. To The Napoleon Column 4/3/2010
24. Ultima Verba (My Last Word) 4/3/2010
25. En Écoutant Chanter La Princesse *** 4/3/2010
26. Deux Voix Dans Le Ciel 4/3/2010
27. Aux Proscrits 4/3/2010
28. Hymne Des Transportés (Hymn Of The Transported) 4/3/2010
29. Je La Revois, Après Vingt Ans, L'Île Où Décembre 4/3/2010
30. La Grand-Mère (The Grandmother) 4/3/2010
31. What The Poet Was Telling Himself In 1848 4/3/2010
32. The Cemetary Of Eylau 4/3/2010
33. Trumpets Of The Mind 4/3/2010
34. Je Ne Vois Pas Pourquoi Je Ferais Autre Chose 4/3/2010
35. Charles Vacquerie 4/3/2010
36. Cri De Guerre Du Mufti 4/3/2010
37. Dans L'Alcôve Sombre 4/3/2010
38. Dante Écrit Deux Vers 4/3/2010
39. Dieu Fait Les Questions Pour Que L'Enfant Réponde 4/3/2010
40. Elle Était Déchaussée, Elle Était Décoiffée... 4/3/2010

Comments about Victor Marie Hugo

  • A. Madhavan (5/13/2017 2:39:00 AM)

    Did he write about 'The Word of God' as a Verb, not a noun? Please cite his lines.

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  • Hebert Logerie Sr. Hebert Logerie Sr. (7/8/2009 8:58:00 PM)

    This is my favorite poem!

Best Poem of Victor Marie Hugo

More Strong Than Time

Since I have set my lips to your full cup, my sweet,
Since I my pallid face between your hands have laid,
Since I have known your soul, and all the bloom of it,
And all the perfume rare, now buried in the shade;

Since it was given to me to hear on happy while,
The words wherein your heart spoke all its mysteries,
Since I have seen you weep, and since I have seen you smile,
Your lips upon my lips, and your eyes upon my eyes;

Since I have known above my forehead glance and gleam,
A ray, a single ray, of your star, veiled always,
Since I have felt...

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Boaz Asleep

Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight
made his pallet on the threshing floor
where all day he had worked, and now he slept
among the bushels of threshed wheat.

The old man owned wheatfields and barley,
and though he was rich, he was still fair-minded.
No filth soured the sweetness of his well.
No hot iron of torture whitened in his forge.

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