24-04-16

Marcus Clarke, Carl Immermann, Otto Leixner von Grünberg, L. J. M. Feber, Karl Lappe, Gaston Martens

 

De Australische schrijver Marcus Clarke werd geboren op 24 april 1846 in Londen. Zie ook alle tags voor Marcus Clarke op dit blog.

Uit: Australian Tales of the Bush

“He was a quiet fellow enough. His utmost wrath never sufficed to ruffle a hair on the sleek backs of King Cobb’s horses. His utmost mirth never went beyond an ape-like chuckle, that irradiated his painstricken face, as a stray gleam of sunshine lights up the hideousness of the gargoyle on some old cathedral tower.
It was only when “in drink” that Poor Joe became a spectacle for strangers to wonder at. Brandy maddened him, and when thus excited his misshapen soul would peep out of his sunken fiery eyes, force his grotesque legs to dance unseemly sarabands, and compel his pigeonbreast to give forth monstrous and ghastly utterances, that might have been laughs, were they not so much like groans of a brutish despair that had in it a strange chord of human suffering. Coppinger was angry when the poor dwarf was thus tortured for the sport of the whisky-drinkers, and once threw Frolicksome Fitz into the muck midden for inciting the cripple to sputter forth his grotesque croonings and snatches of gruesome merriment. “He won’t be fit for nothin’ to-morrer,” was the excuse Coppinger made for his display of feeling. Indeed, on the days that followed these debauches, Poor Joe was sadly downcast. Even his beloved horses failed to cheer him, and he would sit, red-eyed and woe-begone, on the post-and-rail-fence, like some dissipated bird of evil omen.
The only thing he seemed to love, save his horses, was Coppinger, and Coppinger was proud of this simple affection. So proud was he, that when he discovered that whenever Miss Jane, the sister of Young Bartram, from Seven Creeks, put her pony into the stable, the said pony was fondled and slobbered over and caressed by Poor Joe, he felt something like a pang of jealousy.
Miss Jane was a fair maiden, with pale gold hair, and lips like the two streaks of crimson in the leaf of the white poppy. Young Bartram, owner of Seven Creeks Station—you could see the lights in the house windows from Coppinger’s—had brought her from town to “keep house for him,” and she was the beauty of the country side. Frolicksome Fitz, the pound-keeper, was at first inclined to toast an opposition belle (Miss Kate Ryder of Ryder’s Mount), but when returning home one evening by the New Dam, he saw Miss Jane jump Black Jack over the post-and-wire into the home station paddock, he forswore his allegiance.”

 

 
Marcus Clarke (24 april 1846 – 2 augustus 1881)
In 1886

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24-04-12

Otto Leixner von Grünberg, L. J. M. Feber, Karl Lappe, Gaston Martens

 

De Duitse dichter, schrijver, criticus en historicus Otto Leixner von Grünberg werd geboren op 24 april 1847 in Schloß Saar, Mähren.Zie ook alle tags voor Otto Leixner von Grünberg op dit blog.

 

 

Das verlassene Mädchen

 

Ich sitze manchen langen Tag

Mit meinem Kind am grünen Hag,

Wo ich an seinem Herzen lag,

Am Herzen lag.

 

Da nahm er mich in seinen Arm

Und küßte mich so warm, so warm -

Davon mir wurde bittrer Harm,

Ja bittrer Harm.

 

Sie stießen aus dem Elternhaus

In Nacht und Nebel mich hinaus -

Da ging mir wohl das Lachen aus,

Das Lachen aus.

 

Ich wäre tot schon sicherlich,

Mein armes Kind, du dauerst mich,

Möcht' fluchen dir und küsse dich,

Und küsse dich.

 

 

 


Otto Leixner von Grünberg (24 april 1847 – 12 april 1907)

Schloß Saar, Mähren

 

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24-04-11

Otto Leixner von Grünberg, L. J. M. Feber, Karl Lappe, Gaston Martens

 

De Duitse dichter, schrijver, criticus en historicus Otto Leixner von Grünberg werd geboren op 24 april 1847 in Schloß Saar, Mähren. Zie ook mijn blog van 24 april 2010.

 

 

Wer sich in sich selbst verliebt

 

Wer sich in sich selbst verliebt,
Den faßt noch einmal bitt're Reue:
Das Ich nimmt alles, was man giebt,
Doch kennt's nicht Dank noch Treue.

 

 

 

Wer viel verlangt, der hastet viel

 

Wer viel verlangt, der hastet viel,
den flieht das heißbegehrte Ziel;
wer stille strebt auf graden Wegen,
dem kommt zuletzt das Ziel entgegen.

 

 

 

 

Otto Leixner von Grünberg (24 april 1847 – 12 april 1907) 

 

 

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