Poems by Adam Mickiewicz
"They call me a cold one"
... Do I quietly pour out in tears the storms of my heart ...
My Darling
... Then boldly I gaze deeply into her eyes, ...
Bakhchisaray
... Which shedding pearly fears, 'neath shattered panes, ...
The Calm Of The Sea
... Through evil days, in peace will lift its form ...
Faris
... White is the garb of the riders, their steeds are leprous white! ...
The Grave Of The Countess Potocki
... Northward toward Poland stars in thousands glow: ...
The Three Brothers Budrys
... " So he ends and they turn, he has blessed them their journey: ...
The Storm
... Some say a prayer to death that it may pass them by ...
"Within Their Silent Perfect Glass"
... They glow with lightning, but the blast ...
The Ruins Of The Castle At Balaklava
... These castles heaped in shattered piles once graced ...
Uncertainty
... But though I'd climb the mountains, swim the seas ...
The Pilgrim
... A fair face by me, heavens where white clouds sail, ...
Twardowski's Wife
... My warders Then should take you for their own ...
Bakhichisarai At Night
... The echo of a muezzin's voice melts in the calm of dusk ...
Mountains Seen From The Kozlov Steppes
... The Pilgrim Those heights! Did Allah thrust so sheer a sea of ice ...
