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Sound as a burrow'd marmot he slept
On the straw where he'd tumbled fully-dressed that night.

Adam Mickiewicz

Monsters merge and welter through the water's mounting
Din. All hands, stand fast! A sailor sprints aloft,
Hangs, swelling spider-like, among invisible nets,
Surveys his slowly undulating snares, and waits.

Adam Mickiewicz

In spring's own country, where the gardens blow,
You faded, tender rose! For hours now past,
Like butterflies departing, on you're cast
The worms of memories to work you woe.

Adam Mickiewicz

To these fields, painted with various grain, gilded with wheat, silvered with rye.

Adam Mickiewicz

Now my soul is incarnate in my country,
My body has swallowed her soul,
And I and my country are one.
My name is million, for I love and suffer for millions.

Adam Mickiewicz

Adam Mickiewicz

Adam Mickiewicz

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Born: December 24, 1798

Died: November 26, 1855 (aged 56)

Bio: Adam Bernard Mickiewicz was a Polish poet, dramatist, essayist, publicist, translator, professor of Slavic literature, and political activist. He is regarded as national poet in Poland, Lithuania and Belarus.

Known for:

Pan Tadeusz (1834)
Konrad Wallenrod (1828)
Ode to Youth (1820)
Pani Twardowska
Grażyna (1823)

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