Victor Hugo: A Sketch of His Life and Work

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S. Sonnenschein, 1893 - 147 pages

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Page 79 - TAKE heed of this small child of earth ; He is great : he hath in him God most high. Children before their fleshly birth Are lights alive in the blue sky. In our light bitter world of wrong They come ; God gives us them awhile. His speech is in their stammering tongue, And his forgiveness in their smile. Their sweet light rests upon our eyes. Alas ! their right to joy is plain.
Page 120 - Car nous voulons la Nuance encor, Pas la Couleur, rien que la nuance! Oh! la nuance seule fiance Le reve au reve et la flute au cor!
Page 119 - Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed. And some are pretty enough, And some are poor indeed; And now again the people Call it but a weed.
Page 17 - He is as steady as his eldest brother, and very thoughtful. He speaks little, and always to the purpose. His remarks have often struck me. He has a very sweet face.
Page 2 - Mon âme aux mille voix , que le Dieu que j'adore Mil au centre de tout comme un écho sonore ! D'ailleurs j'ai purement passé les jours mauvais , Et je sais d'où je viens, si j'ignore où je vais.
Page 69 - ... parlour. They were silent, like shipwrecked persons who meditate. Without, it rained, the wind blew, the house was as if deafened by the outer roaring. Both went on thinking, absorbed, perhaps, by thoughts of this coincidence between the beginning of winter and the beginning of exile. Suddenly the son raised his voice and asked the father, ' What think you of this exile ? '
Page 79 - ... a baby. BABY lies so fast asleep That we cannot wake her : Will the Angels clad in white Fly from heaven to take her ? Baby lies so fast asleep That no pain can grieve her ; Put a snowdrop in her hand, Kiss her once and leave her. I KNOW a baby, such a baby, — Round blue eyes and cheeks of pink, Such an elbow furrowed with dimples, Such a wrist where creases sink.
Page 83 - The most sumptuous obsequies that Paris had seen since, forty-five years previously, the ashes of Napoleon were translated from Saint Helena, were, in their grandeur bordered with burlesque, a symbol of the career of the man, whose genius, brilliant in all outward workmanship, gorgeously imaginative, and often passionately genuine, had mixed with it an alloy of tinsel and unreality.
Page 124 - Hugo's influence, in countries other than his own, has hardly as yet been commensurate with the European celebrity of his name. In...

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