Victor Marie Hugo

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

Victor Marie Hugo Poems

81. Il Fait Froid 4/3/2010
82. La Fiancée Du Timbalier (The Cymbaleer's Bride) 4/3/2010
83. Beloved Name 4/3/2010
84. C'Était La Première Soirée 4/3/2010
85. A Un Poète 4/3/2010
86. An Exile's Death 4/3/2010
87. A Propos D'Horace 4/3/2010
88. Ce Que Dit La Bouche D'Ombre (Ii) 4/3/2010
89. En Hiver La Terre Pleure 4/3/2010
90. Air De La Princesse D'Orange 4/3/2010
91. Georges Et Jeanne 4/3/2010
92. Guitare 4/3/2010
93. Et Jeanne À Mariette A Dit 4/3/2010
94. Je Ne Veux Condamner Personne, Ô Sombre Histoire 4/3/2010
95. Sweet Sister 4/3/2010
96. Attente (Expectation) 4/3/2010
97. A Propos De Dona Rosa 4/3/2010
98. Dans La Forêt 4/3/2010
99. Dans Le Jardin 4/3/2010
100. A Virgile 4/3/2010
101. A Vianden 4/3/2010
102. Être Aimé 4/3/2010
103. Lord Rochester’s Song 4/3/2010
104. Crépuscule 4/3/2010
105. Choses Du Soir 4/3/2010
106. Cent Mille Hommes, Criblés D'Obus Et De Mitraille 4/3/2010
107. Ce Qui Se Passait Aux Feuillantines Vers 1813 4/3/2010
108. Chanson Des Oiseaux 4/3/2010
109. A Un Homme Partant Pour La Chasse 4/3/2010
110. Abîme - L'Homme 4/3/2010
111. Depuis Six Mille Ans La Guerre 4/3/2010
112. France! À L'Heure Où Tu Te Prosternes 4/3/2010
113. Patria (French & English) 4/3/2010
114. Canaris 4/3/2010
115. A Un Poète Aveugle 4/3/2010
116. To My Daughter 4/3/2010
117. A Qui La Faute? 4/3/2010
118. Esmeralda In Prison 4/3/2010
119. The Ocean's Song 1/1/2004
120. Louis Xvii (King Louis Xvii) 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

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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