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Ferdinand Ludwig Adam von Saar (born September 30, 1833 in Vienna, Austria; died July 24, 1906 in Döbling) was an Austrian novelist, playwright and poet. Together with Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach he was one of the most important realistic writers in the German language of the ending 19th century. ======================= Ferdinand von Saar wurde am 30. September 1833 in Wien geboren. Er war Kadett und danach Offizier in der kaiserlichen Armee. 1859 trat er nach seiner Teilnahme am italienischen Feldzug aus der Armee aus und betätigte sich fortan als freier Schriftsteller. Ab 1881 lebte er abwechselnd in Wien und auf den mährischen Schlössern der mit ihm befreundeten Familie Salm-Reifferscheidt. Am 24 Juli 1906 nahm Ferdinand von Saar sich in Döbling bei Wien das Leben. Er gilt als ein pessimistischer Erzähler und wird zu den elegischen Lyrikern der Dekadenz gezählt, eine literarische Strömung des ausgehenden 19. Jahrhunderts, mit betont starker Ausprägung in Österreich. Daher stammt...
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The sick rose
de William Blake
The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
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Selected strophes from Les Chants de Maldoror Translated by Dan Clore
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