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[null,"1.","Record Nr.",null,"UNINA9910796133703321"]
[null,null,"Autore",null,"Hugo Victor <1802-1885, >"]
[null,null,"Titolo",null,"Les Contemplations . Tome II. / / Victor Hugo"]
[null,null,"Pubbl/distr/stampa",null,"[Place of publication not identified] : , : Ligaran, , [2015]"]
[{"$nulls":4},"©2015"]
[null,null,"ISBN",null,"2-335-00256-2"]
[null,null,"Descrizione fisica",null,"1 online resource (280 p.)"]
[null,null,"Disciplina",null,"841.808"]
[null,null,"Soggetti",null,"French poetry - 19th century"]
[null,null,"Lingua di pubblicazione",null,"Francese"]
[null,null,"Formato",null,"Materiale a stampa"]
[null,null,null,"Livello bibliografico","Monografia"]
[null,null,null,"Note generali","Description based upon print version of record."]
[null,null,"Nota di contenuto",null,"XV - À celle qui est voiléeXVI - Horror; I; II; III; IV; XVII - DOLOR; XVIII; XIX - Voyage de nuit; XX - Relligio; XXI - Spes; XXII - Ce que c'est que la mort; XXIII - Les mages; I; II; III; IV; V; VI; VII; VIII; IX; X; XI; XXIV - En frappant à une porte; XXV - Nomen, numen, lumen; XXVI - Ce que dit la bouche d'ombre; À celle qui est restée en France; Mets-toi sur ton séant, lève ...; II; III; IV; V; VI; VII; VIII"]
[null,null,null,"Sommario/riassunto","Extrait : \"\"Moi, je parlais tout bas. C'est l'heure solennelle Où l'âme aime à chanter son hymne le plus doux. Voyant la nuit si pure et vous voyant si belle, J'ai dit aux astres d'or : Versez le ciel sur elle ! Et j'ai dit à vos yeux : Versez l'amour sur nous !\"\""]