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A Storm Simile Post by :Edwin Category :Poems Author :Victor Hugo Date :January 2011 Read :1105

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A Storm Simile

("Oh, regardez le ciel!")

(June, 1828.)


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.





(The end)
Victor Hugo's poem: Storm Simile

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