Victor Marie Hugo

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

Victor Marie Hugo Poems

241. A Mademoiselle Louise B. 4/3/2010
242. A Storm Simile 4/3/2010
243. Liberty, Equality, Fraternity 4/3/2010
244. A L'Enfant Malade Pendant Le Siège 4/3/2010
245. A Madame D. G. De G. 4/3/2010
246. A M. Froment Meurice 4/3/2010
247. Clair De Lune (Moonlight On The Bosphorus) 4/3/2010
248. June Nights 4/3/2010
249. A Jeanne 4/3/2010
250. Tomorrow, At Dawn 4/3/2010
251. A Des Âmes Envolées 4/3/2010
252. A Des Oiseaux Envolés 4/3/2010
253. A Villequier 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. A Ceux Qui Sont Petits 4/3/2010
259. Apostrophe To Nature 4/3/2010
260. A Granville, En 1836 4/3/2010
261. 1er Janvier 4/3/2010
262. A Celle Qui Est Restée En France 4/3/2010
263. A La Belle Impérieuse 4/3/2010
264. An Old-Time Lay 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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Letter

You can see it already: chalks and ochers;
Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines;
Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery;
Sporadic haystacks standing on the grass;
Smoky old rooftops tarnishing the landscape;
A river (not Cayster or Ganges, though:
A feeble Norman salt-infested watercourse);
On the right, to the north, bizarre terrain
All angular--you'd think a shovel did it.

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