Poems by Victor Hugo
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page 167 of 429 (38%)
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LES VOIX INTERIEURES.--1840. THE BLINDED BOURBONS. _("Qui leur eut dit l'austere destinee?")_ [II. v., November, 1836.] Who _then_, to them[1] had told the Future's story? Or said that France, low bowed before their glory, One day would mindful be Of them and of their mournful fate no more, Than of the wrecks its waters have swept o'er The unremembering sea? That their old Tuileries should see the fall Of blazons from its high heraldic hall, Dismantled, crumbling, prone;[2] Or that, o'er yon dark Louvre's architrave[3] A Corsican, as yet unborn, should grave An eagle, then unknown? That gay St. Cloud another lord awaited, Or that in scenes Le Notre's art created |
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