Victor Marie Hugo

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

Victor Marie Hugo Poems

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

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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