A Victor Hugo<\/p>\n
I<\/p>\n
Oh ! le Vingt-sept juillet, quand les couleurs ch\u00e9ries,
\nJoyeuses, voltigeaient sur les toits endormis,
\nApr\u00e8s que dans le Louvre et dans les Tuileries
\nOn eut traqu\u00e9 les ennemis !
\nLe plus fort \u00e9tait fait… que cette nuit fut belle !
\nPr\u00e8s du retranchement par nos mains \u00e9lev\u00e9,
\nCombien nous \u00e9tions fiers de faire sentinelle
\nEn foulant le sol d\u00e9pav\u00e9 !<\/p>\n
O nuit d’ind\u00e9pendance, et de gloire et de f\u00eate !
\nRien au-dessus de nous !… pas un gouvernement
\nN’osait encor montrer la t\u00eate :
\nComme on sentait \u00e0 tout moment
\nL’esprit se d\u00e9plier en immenses id\u00e9es…
\nOn \u00e9tait haut de sept coud\u00e9es…
\nEt l’on respirait largement !<\/p>\n
II<\/p>\n
Ce n’est point la licence, h\u00e9las ! que je demande,
\nMais, si quelqu’un alors nous e\u00fbt dit que bient\u00f4t
\nCette Libert\u00e9-l\u00e0, qui naissait toute grande,
\nOn la remettrait au maillot !…
\nQue des Ministres r\u00e9trogrades,
\nHabitants de palais encore mal lav\u00e9s
\nDu pur sang de nos camarades,
\nNe verraient dans les barricades
\nQu’un d\u00e9rangement de pav\u00e9s!…<\/p>\n
Ils n’\u00e9taient donc point l\u00e0, ces hommes qui, peut-\u00eatre
\nAp\u00f4tres en secret d’un pouvoir d\u00e9test\u00e9,
\nOnt tout haut reni\u00e9 leur ma\u00eetre
\nDepuis que le Coq a chant\u00e9!…
\nIls n’ont pas vu sous la mitraille
\nMarcher les rangs vengeurs d’un Peuple d\u00e9sarm\u00e9…
\nAu feu de l’ardente bataille
\nLeur oeil ne s’est point allum\u00e9 !<\/p>\n
III<\/p>\n
Quoi ! l’\u00c9tranger, riant de tant de gloire vaine,
\nDe tant d’espoir an\u00e9anti,
\nQuand on lui parlera de la grande semaine,
\nDirait : \u00a0\u00bb Vous en avez menti ? \u00a0\u00bb
\nLe tout \u00e0 cause d’eux ! Au point o\u00f9 nous en sommes…
\nDu despotisme encor… c’est impossible… non
\nA bas ! A bas donc petits hommes !
\nNous avons vu Napol\u00e9on !<\/p>\n
Petits ! – Tu l’as bien dit, Victor, lorsque du Corse
\nTa voix leur \u00e9voquait le spectre redout\u00e9,
\nMontrant qu’il n’est donn\u00e9 qu’aux hommes de sa force
\nDe violer la Libert\u00e9 !
\nC’est le dernier ; nous pouvons le pr\u00e9dire
\nEt jamais nul pouvoir humain
\nNe saura remuer ce globe de l’Empire
\nQu’il emprisonnait dans sa main !<\/p>\n
IV<\/p>\n
Et, quand tout sera fait…, que la France indign\u00e9e
\nAura bien secou\u00e9 ces toiles d’araign\u00e9e
\nQue des fous veulent tendre encor ;
\nNe nous le chante plus, Victor,
\nLui, que nous aimons tant, h\u00e9las ! malgr\u00e9 des crimes
\nQui sont, pour une vaine et froide Majest\u00e9,
\nD’avoir r\u00e9pudi\u00e9 deux \u00e9pouses sublimes,
\nJos\u00e9phine et la Libert\u00e9 !<\/p>\n
Mais chante-nous un hymne universel, immense,
\nQui par France, Belgique et Castille commence,
\nHymne national pour toute nation :
\nQue seule, \u00e0 celui-l\u00e0, la Libert\u00e9 t’inspire,
\nQue chaque r\u00e9volution
\nTende une corde de ta lyre !<\/p>\n
(1830)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[521],"poems-book":[497],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[517],"class_list":["post-11194","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-521","poems-book-elegies-nationales-et-satires-politiques","poete-gerard-de-nerval"],"yoast_head":"\n