Victor Hugo

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent

As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.

As the purse is emptied, the heart is filled.

Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
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Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,--
A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake
The angel for the woman in a kiss,
At once I wis,
My soul will wake!

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.

Like our dawn, merely a sob of light.

Like our dawn, merely a sob of light.