goddammit he's at it again
After
three crappy timelines I once more attempt to document the life of Joseph Ferdinand I von Habsburg, by the Grace of God Emperor of Austria, Apostolic King of Hungary, King of Bohemia, King of Dalmatia, Croatia, Slavonia, Galicia, Lodomeria and Illyria; King of Jerusalem etc., Archduke of Austria; Grand Duke of Tuscany and Cracow, Duke of Lorraine, of Salzburg, Styria, Carinthia, Carniola and of the Bukovina; Grand Prince of Transylvania; Margrave of Moravia; Duke of Upper and Lower Silesia, of Modena, Parma, Piacenza and Guastalla, of Auschwitz, Zator and Teschen, Friuli, Ragusa (Dubrovnik) and Zara (Zadar); Princely Count of Habsburg and Tyrol, of Kyburg, Gorizia and Gradisca; Prince of Trent (Trento) and Brixen; Margrave of Upper and Lower Lusatia and in Istria; Count of Hohenems, Feldkirch, Bregenz, Sonnenberg, etc.; Lord of Trieste, of Cattaro (Kotor), and over the Windic march; Grand Voivode of the Voivodship of Serbia.
Because I am increasingly insecure I shall instead limit myself to a cryptic poem and simply keep the thread open until I have at least five thousand- wait, six thousand words behind me.
HABSBURG RESURGENCE: THE BIRTH OF THE MODERN MULTI-ETHNIC STATE
Joseph Ferdinand von Habsburg, son of Francis II von Habsburg, was commonly portrayed from the waist up due to his withered leg. This portrait was drawn upon his return to Vienna in 1814 following the surrender of Paris and his reunification with his father at Blois.
A Song for Austria, a poem by Wilhelm Kolbe, founder of the Austrian Unificationist school of political thought, published 1830. Kolbe would later be appointed as State-Captain of Lombardy-Venetia, and later Minister-President of the Austrian Imperial Government.
Oh, weep for poor Austria! Not so happy, yet much happier; not so great, yet much greater.
For it is a wretched time, when the chimneys of the Ruhr dwarf the Danube and the Seine
And Prussian banners flout the sky in old Frankfurt.
Berlin hath grown fat and vicious from the riches of old Silesia
And even now revolution boils within our borders
Misguided souls wishing for anarchy and lawlessness.
Rather, rise, happy Austria, rise!
Roll up your sleeves and work!
We are a glorious union of many peoples
A true counter-vention of mad nationalism
Italian, Pole, Magyar and German
Work in the fields, the cities and the armies.
Let Vienna, Budapest, Prague, Milan and Lemberg ring
With the sounds of iron and steel
For all the world is subject to Austria.
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Yes, I am currently doing
Macbeth for literature, why do you ask