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Born in December 24, 1798 / Died in November 26, 1855 / Poland / Polish

Poems by Adam Mickiewicz

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"They call me a cold one"

... Do I quietly pour out in tears the storms of my heart ...

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My Darling

... Then boldly I gaze deeply into her eyes, ...

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Bakhchisaray

... Which shedding pearly fears, 'neath shattered panes, ...

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The Calm Of The Sea

... Through evil days, in peace will lift its form ...

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Faris

...   White is the garb of the riders, their steeds are leprous white! ...

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The Grave Of The Countess Potocki

... Northward toward Poland stars in thousands glow: ...

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The Three Brothers Budrys

... " So he ends and they turn, he has blessed them their journey: ...

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The Storm

... Some say a prayer to death that it may pass them by ...

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"Within Their Silent Perfect Glass"

... They glow with lightning, but the blast ...

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The Ruins Of The Castle At Balaklava

... These castles heaped in shattered piles once graced ...

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Uncertainty

... But though I'd climb the mountains, swim the seas ...

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The Pilgrim

... A fair face by me, heavens where white clouds sail, ...

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Twardowski's Wife

... My warders Then should take you for their own ...

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Bakhichisarai At Night

... The echo of a muezzin's voice melts in the calm of dusk ...

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Mountains Seen From The Kozlov Steppes

... The Pilgrim Those heights! Did Allah thrust so sheer a sea of ice ...