Victor Marie Hugo Poems

Il dort. Quoique le sort fût pour lui bien étrange,
Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange ;
La chose simplement d'elle-même arriva,
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Aimons toujours ! Aimons encore !
Quand l'amour s'en va, l'espoir fuit.
L'amour, c'est le cri de l'aurore,
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C'est la nuit ; la nuit noire, assoupie et profonde.
L'ombre immense élargit ses ailes sur le monde.
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Foul times there are when nations spiritless
Throw honour away
For tinsel glory, to base happiness
A mournful prey.
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Above all others, everywhere I see
His image cold or burning;
My brain it thrills, and many time sets free
The thoughts within me yearning.
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Songs as sweet as summer brings,
To your flowery lawn should fly
If my verses had the wings—
Wings of birds that haunt the sky.
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We walked amongst the ruins famed in story
Of Rozel-Tower,
And saw the boundless waters stretch in glory
And heave in power.
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Moriturus moriturae !

Le voile du matin sur les monts se déploie.
Vois, un rayon naissant blanchit la vieille tour ;
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He shines through history like a sun.
For thrice five years
He bore bright victory through the dun
King-shadowed spheres;
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He lived, he played, a little laughing sprite:
Why, Nature, didst thou snatch him from the light?
Hast thou not myriad birds within thy bowers?
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