Victor Marie Hugo

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

Victor Marie Hugo Poems

241. My Happiest Dream 4/3/2010
242. A Mademoiselle Louise B. (Ii) 4/3/2010
243. A Mademoiselle Louise B. 4/3/2010
244. A Storm Simile 4/3/2010
245. Liberty, Equality, Fraternity 4/3/2010
246. A Madame D. G. De G. 4/3/2010
247. A L'Enfant Malade Pendant Le Siège 4/3/2010
248. A M. Froment Meurice 4/3/2010
249. June Nights 4/3/2010
250. A Jeanne 4/3/2010
251. Tomorrow, At Dawn 4/3/2010
252. A Des Âmes Envolées 4/3/2010
253. A Des Oiseaux Envolés 4/3/2010
254. A Qui Donc Sommes-Nous? 4/3/2010
255. A La Mère De L'Enfant Mort 4/3/2010
256. A André Chénier 4/3/2010
257. A Ma Fille Adèle 4/3/2010
258. Apostrophe To Nature 4/3/2010
259. A Granville, En 1836 4/3/2010
260. 1er Janvier 4/3/2010
261. A Celle Qui Est Restée En France 4/3/2010
262. A Celle Qui Est Voilée 4/3/2010
263. A La Belle Impérieuse 4/3/2010
264. An Old-Time Lay 4/3/2010
265. A Ceux Qui Sont Petits 4/3/2010
266. A La France 4/3/2010
267. A Ma Fille 4/3/2010
268. A Lament 4/3/2010
269. A La Fenêtre, Pendant La Nuit 4/3/2010
270. Boaz Asleep 1/1/2004
271. The Grave And The Rose 1/1/2004
272. A Fleeting Glimpse Of A Village 4/3/2010
273. All Winged Creatures I Have Loved 4/3/2010
274. Letter 1/1/2004
275. Demain, Dès L'Aube... 1/1/2004
276. Luna 4/3/2010
277. The Genesis Of The Butterfly 1/1/2004
278. More Strong Than Time 1/1/2004
279. A Sunset 1/1/2004

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

A Sunset

I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.

Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors ...

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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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