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Ferdinand von SaarFS

Ferdinand von Saar

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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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TC

the crow

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un spectru bantuie Europa

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The Rave parties going JesterTJ

The Rave parties going Jester

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nu stiu cum naiba sa scap de contul asta infect

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TS

The Shadow

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Ben BerBB

Ben Ber

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AD

Alex Dan

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21 de ani,imi place singuratatea,observ si judec, imi place sa ma joc cu realitatea,scriu poezie si proza. Sper sa va placa...

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MM

Matei Alexandru Marian

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AE

Anca Emancipatu

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PR

Pelin Razvan Romeo

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Florin DumitruFD

Florin Dumitru

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Mai multe poezii scrise de mine gasiti la varianta in engleza a site-ului... (apasati pe steagul britanic). Adresa mea de mail este floringabriel2003@yahoo.com

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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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a feast of friends

de Jim Morrison

Wow, I�m sick of doubt Live in the light of certain South Cruel bindings The servants have the power Dog men and their mean women Pulling poor blankets over our sailors I�m sick of dour...

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Hamlet

de William Shakespeare

HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 1) CLAUDIUS king of Denmark. (KING CLAUDIUS:) HAMLET son to the late, and nephew to the present king. POLONIUS lord chamberlain. (LORD POLONIUS:) HORATIO friend to...

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Venus and Adonis

de William Shakespeare

\'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.\' To the Right Honourable Henry Wríothestly, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. RIGHT HONOURABLE, I know not...

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Song of wine

de Emile Nelligan

Fresh in joy\'s live light all things coincide, This fine may eve! like living hopes that once Were in my heart, the choring birds once Their prelude to my window open wide. O fine may eve! o happy...

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Insomniac

de Sylvia Plath

The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. Under the...

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Scrisoarea IV - vers Engleza

de Mihai Eminescu

See the tall and lonely castle mirrored in the placid lake, \'Neath those waters does its shadow through the ages never wake, Silently above the pine-tress rise its ancient rampart stark, Throwing...

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dragă jurnale

de emilian valeriu pal

trebuie să recunosc. ăsta era un proiect mai vechi prin care trebuia să-ți spun tot ce se întîmplă cu mine. acum că nu mai ești am să-mi scriu mie pentru că nu știu nici eu ce se mai întîmplă cu...

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Cumva, ieșim din sărbători, cu simptome acute de Sindrom Stockholm

de Bogdan Geana

Dragi prieteni, iată că am petrecut împreună pe Radio Agonia primul Crăciun și primul Revelion, la doar 8 luni de la lansarea postului nostru. Cu ajutorul unora dintre voi (aproximativ 12 - the dirty...

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Selected strophes from Les Chants de Maldoror Translated by Dan Clore

de Comte de Lautreamont

Canto I: 6 You should let your fingernails grow for fifteen days. Oh! -- How sweet it is to brutally tear a youth with a hairless upper lip from his bed and, eyes wide open, pretend that you\'ll...

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