150 likes | 849 Views
Victor Hugo (1802-1885). By: Caitlin Scroger and Joe Michalski . Childhood. Basancon , France Father military officer Italy, Switzerland, and Corsica. Third son of Joseph- Léopold - Sigisbert Hugo. His parents split. Moved to Paris at 7. Middle Life. Studied the law before poetry.
E N D
Victor Hugo (1802-1885) By: Caitlin Scroger and Joe Michalski
Childhood • Basancon, France • Father military officer Italy, Switzerland, and Corsica. • Third son of Joseph-Léopold-Sigisbert Hugo. • His parents split. • Moved to Paris at 7.
Middle Life • Studied the law before poetry. • Poor student inspired Marius in Les Misérables.
Start of Career • His mother died in 1821, • Married a childhood friend, AdleFoucher, had five children. • Emerged as a true Romantic. Snapple Fact: Drew over 4,00 drawings in his lifetime.
Famous Novels The Hunchback of Notre Dame • Translated to “Our Lady of Paris” • Published in 1831 • The Cathedral of Notre Dame is the main idea of the novel. • Popular Disney movie. Les Misérables • Focuses on three areas of society that need reform. • Published in 1862. • Modern Broadway show.
Political Life • Exiled in 1851 by Napoleon III, returned to France in 1870, and his final years marked by public veneration. • Republican • Resigned seat in the National Assembly after elected to it.
The Genesis of a Butterfly Thedawn is smiling on the dew that covers The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers That kiss the buds, and all the flutterings In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings, That go and come, and fly, and peep and hide, With muffled music, murmured far and wide. Ah, the Spring time, when we think of all the lays That dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays, Of the fond hearts within a billet bound, Of all the soft silk paper that pens wound, The messages of love that mortals write Filled with intoxication of delight, Written in April and before the May time Shredded and flown, playthings for the wind's playtime, We dream that all white butterflies above, Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love, And leave their lady mistress in despair, To flit to flowers, as kinder and more fair, Are but torn love-letters, that through the skies Flutter, and float, and change to butterflies.