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The Portrait of a Child- Victor Marie Hugo

That brow, that smile, that cheek so fair, Beseem my child, who weeps and plays: A heavenly spirit guards her ways, From whom she stole that mixture rare. Through all her features shining mild, The poet sees an angel there, … Continue reading

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The Quiet Rural Church – Victor Marie Hugo

It was a humble church, with arches low, The church we entered there, Where many a weary soul since long ago Had past with plaint or prayer. Mournful and still it was at day’s decline, The day we entered there; … Continue reading

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The Retreat From Moscow – Victor Marie Hugo

It snowed. A defeat was our conquest red! For once the eagle was hanging its head. Sad days! the Emperor turned slowly his back On smoking Moscow, blent orange and black. The water burst, avalanche-like, to reign Over the endless … Continue reading

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The Sower – Victor Marie Hugo

Sitting in a porchway cool, Fades the ruddy sunlight fast, Twilight hastens on to rule– Working hours are wellnigh past Shadows shoot across the lands; But one sower lingers still, Old, in rags, he patient stands,– Looking on, I feel … Continue reading

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The Son In Old Age – Victor Marie Hugo

Thy noble face, Regina, calls to mind My poor lost little one, my latest born. He was a gift from God–a sign of pardon– That child vouchsafed me in my eightieth year! I to his little cradle went, and went, … Continue reading

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The Old & The Young Bridgegroom – Victor Marie Hugo

[HERNANI, Act I.] Listen. The man for whom your youth is destined, Your uncle, Ruy de Silva, is the Duke Of Pastrana, Count of Castile and Aragon. For lack of youth, he brings you, dearest girl, Treasures of gold, jewels, … Continue reading

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An Old-Time Lay – Victor Marie Hugo

Where your brood seven lie,  Float in calm heavenly,  Life passing evenly,  Waterfowl, waterfowl! often I dream  For a rest  Like your nest,  Skirting the stream.  Shine the sun tearfully  Ere the clouds clear fully,  Still you skim cheerfully,  Swallow, … Continue reading

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