Victor Marie Hugo

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

Victor Marie Hugo Poems

121. Claire 4/3/2010
122. C'Est À Coups De Canon Qu'On Rend Le Peuple Heureux 4/3/2010
123. A Quoi Songeaient Les Deux Cavaliers ... 4/3/2010
124. Amis, Un Dernier Mot! 4/3/2010
125. The Father’s Curse 4/3/2010
126. Halte En Marchant 4/3/2010
127. Au Point Du Jour, Souvent En Sursaut, Je Me Lève 4/3/2010
128. Chanson D'Autrefois (Autre) 4/3/2010
129. Bièvre 4/3/2010
130. Au Bois 4/3/2010
131. A Shaft Of Bees 4/3/2010
132. Chanson De Grand-Père 4/3/2010
133. Chanson Pour Faire Danser En Rond Les Petits Enfants 4/3/2010
134. Envy And Avarice 4/3/2010
135. Jersey 4/3/2010
136. Ce Que C'Est Que La Mort 4/3/2010
137. Aux Champs 4/3/2010
138. Abîme - La Voie Lactée 4/3/2010
139. Ce Qui N'A Pas Encore De Nom 4/3/2010
140. Ecrit Sur Le Tombeau 4/3/2010
141. Elle Était Pâle, Et Pourtant Rose... 4/3/2010
142. J'Aime L'Araignée 4/3/2010
143. Imperial Revels 4/3/2010
144. Indignation 4/3/2010
145. Charity 4/3/2010
146. Envoi Des Feuilles D'Automne 4/3/2010
147. En Mai 4/3/2010
148. Après L'Hiver (Ii) 4/3/2010
149. Milton’s Appeal To Cromwell 4/3/2010
150. The Degenerate Gallants 4/3/2010
151. Garde À Jamais Dans Ta Mémoire 4/3/2010
152. Ecrit Après La Visite D'Un Bagne 4/3/2010
153. Ah! C'Est Un Rêve! Non! Nous N'Y Consentons Point 4/3/2010
154. A Une Jeune Fille 4/3/2010
155. Chanson De Pirates (Pirates' Song) 4/3/2010
156. Les Enfants Pauvres (Poor Little Children) 4/3/2010
157. La Fée Et La Péri (The Fay And The Peri) 4/3/2010
158. Explication 4/3/2010
159. Est-Il Jour? Est-Il Nuit ? Horreur Crépusculaire! 4/3/2010
160. Aux Feuillantines 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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