Sweet Charmer.[1]

("L'aube naît et ta porte est close.")

[XXIII., February, 18 - .]


Though heaven's gate of light uncloses,
Thou stirr'st not - thou'rt laid to rest,
Waking are thy sister roses,
One only dreamest on thy breast.
        Hear me, sweet dreamer!
            Tell me all thy fears,
        Trembling in song,
            But to break in tears.

Lo! to greet thee, spirits pressing,
Soft music brings the gentle dove,
And fair light falleth like a blessing,
While my poor heart can bring thee only love.
Worship thee, angels love thee, sweet woman?
Yes; for that love perfects my soul.
None the less of heaven that my heart is human,
Blent in one exquisite, harmonious whole.

H.B. FARNIE.

Victor-Marie Hugo

Victor-Marie Hugo was a French poet, novelist, and dramatist of the Romantic movement. He is considered one of the greatest French writers, with works such as "Les Misérables" and "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame." His literary works often explore themes of justice, love, and human rights. In addition to his literary achievements, he was also a politician and human rights activist. Hugo's influence extends beyond literature into politics and society.

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Morning.

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Guitar Song.

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To Albert Dürer.

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Napoleon "The Little."

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Infantile Influence.

("Lorsque l'enfant parait.")

[XIX., May 11, 1830.]


The child comes toddling in, and young and old
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And artless, babyish joy;
A playful welcome greets it through the room,
The saddest brow unfolds its wrinkled gloom,
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The Watching Angel.

("Dans l'alcôve sombre.")

[XX., November, 1831.]


In the dusky nook,
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In each charming hand.

Oh, enchanting vision!
Lo, a rill upsprings,
And from out its bosom
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Sire and sisters dear,
While his mother near
Plumes her new-born wings.

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Beloved Name.

("Le parfum d'un lis.")

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The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light,
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The Portrait Of A Child.

("Oui, ce front, ce sourire.")

[Bk. V. xxii., November, 1825.]


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,
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My purse is yours, Sweet Heart, for I
Can count no coins with you close by;
I scorn like sailors them, when they
Have drawn on shore their deep-sea pay;
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Which, like the simple glowworms, throw
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Their glorious light in Heaven above.
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Of gems from Afric's continent
Move me to no great wonderment.
Since I, Sweet Heart, have known thine hair,
The fur of ermine, sable, bear,
Or silver fox, for me can keep
No more to praise than common sheep.
Though ten Isaiahs' souls were mine,
They could not sing such charms as thine.
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