The Refugee’s Haven
You may doubt I find comfort in England
But, there, 'tis a refuge from dangers!
Where a Cromwell dictated to Milton,
Republicans ne'er can be strangers!
poem by Victor Hugo
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The Beggar’s Quatrain
Blind, as was Homer; as Belisarius, blind,
But one weak child to guide his vision dim.
The hand which dealt him bread, in pity kind--
He'll never see; God sees it, though, for him.
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Épitaphe de Jean Valjean
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,
Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va.
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Ecrit au bas d'un crucifix
Vous qui pleurez, venez à ce Dieu, car il pleure.
Vous qui souffrez, venez à lui, car il guérit.
Vous qui tremblez, venez à lui, car il sourit.
Vous qui passez, venez à lui, car il demeure.
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A Fleeting Glimpse Of A Village
How graceful the picture! the life, the repose!
The sunbeam that plays on the porchstone wide;
And the shadow that fleets o'er the stream that flows,
And the soft blue sky with the hill's green side.
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A Storm Simile
See, where on high the moving masses, piled
By the wind, break in groups grotesque and wild,
Present strange shapes to view;
Oft flares a pallid flash from out their shrouds,
As though some air-born giant 'mid the clouds
Sudden his falchion drew.
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An Autumnal Simile
The leaves that in the lonely walks were spread,
Starting from off the ground beneath the tread,
Coursed o'er the garden-plain;
Thus, sometimes, 'mid the soul's deep sorrowings,
Our soul a moment mounts on wounded wings,
Then, swiftly, falls again.
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The Pity Of Angels
[LA PITIE SUPREME VIII., 1881.]
When an angel of kindness
Saw, doomed to the dark,
Men framed in his likeness,
He sought for a spark--
Stray gem of God's glory
That shines so serene--
And, falling like lark,
To brighten our story,
Pure Pity was seen.
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Autre guitare
Comment, disaient-ils,
Avec nos nacelles,
Fuir les alguazils ?
- Ramez, disaient-elles.
Comment, disaient-ils,
Oublier querelles.
Misère et périls ?
- Dormez, disaient-elles.
Comment, disaient-ils,
Enchanter les belles
Sans philtres subtils ?
- Aimez, disaient-elles.
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A la belle impérieuse
L'amour, panique
De la raison,
Se communique
Par le frisson.
Laissez-moi dire,
N'accordez rien.
Si je soupire,
Chantez, c'est bien.
Si je demeure,
Triste, à vos pieds,
Et si je pleure,
C'est bien, riez.
Un homme semble
Souvent trompeur.
Mais si je tremble,
Belle, ayez peur.
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