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Although best known as the author of Notre Dame de Paris and Les Misérables, Victor Hugo was primarily a poet—one of the most important and prolific in French history. Despite his renown, however, there are few comprehensive collections of his verse available and even fewer translated editions.Translators E. H. and A. M. Blackmore have collected Victor Hugo’s essential verse into a single ...
Victor Hugo. Victor Marie Hugo (26 February 1802 – 22 May 1885) was a French poet, playwright, novelist, statesman and human rights activist. He played an important part in the Romantic movement in France. Hugo first became famous in France because of his poetry, as well as his novels and his plays.
Les Contemplations ( The Contemplations) is a song and collection of poetry by Victor Hugo, published in 1856. It consists of 156 poems in six books. Most of the poems were written between 1841 and 1855, though the oldest date from 1830. Memory plays an important role in the collection, as Hugo was experimenting with the genre of autobiography ...
Hugo va ser un feroç abolicionista. Durant la seua infantesa va assistir a execucions capitals, i durant tota la seua vida hi va lluitar en contra. El darrer dia d'un condemnat ( 1829) i Claude Gueux ( 1834 ), dues novel·les de joventut, subratllen alhora la crueltat, la injustícia i la ineficàcia del càstig suprem.
20 janv. 2017 · Victor Hugo naît à Besançon en 1802 et meurt à Paris en 1885. Le cortège qui défilera derrière son cercueil comptera plus de 2 millions d'admirateurs, c'est dire la réputation qu'il a gagné par ses œuvres littéraires et son engagement politique. Suite aux funérailles nationales, on le transférera au Panthéon.
Written by Victor Hugo | A Sunset I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, In numerous leafage bosomed close; Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer, Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere On cloudy archipelagos.
