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id: 22217
title: My Reminiscences
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  through in Life''s morning, then, in the light of the passing day, are A picture of one day''s reading of the Ramayana comes clearly back to me. boy if he came to him at the end of his miserable day at school, and end of the day, our minds yearning for the inner apartments, the book somehow felt the day coming to me like a new gilt-edged letter, with one hears to-day that some young lady does not write poems one feels When, after his long absences, my father came home even for a few days, One day my father invited one of the chanting choir to our place and got I came across another little periodical in my young days called the correspond to the time of my writing the _Morning Songs_ came out under I have said that the first book of my literary life came to an end with


id: 2518
title: The Hungry Stones, and Other Stories
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  "Pass the day there, if you like," said he, "but never stay the night." That day again at dead of night I heard the stifled heart-breaking I asked: "Is there no means whatever of my release?" The old man said: Grannie went on: Then the princess took her little husband away in Next day the Brahman''s son, as soon as he came home from school, said: One day the Son of the Merchant came to the Prince, and said boldly: This time, before she left me, she folded her hands, and said: "My God! "Guru Thakur came to take his food that day, and asked my husband where throne in me, said: "The time might come when it would be good for remember one day, when a friend of mine came in, and said to me: "Kumo, He came up, and said: "Mother, you look a respectable woman.


id: 6520
title: The Crescent Moon
author: nan
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  children, even like a mother while rocking her baby''s cradle. He knows that there is room for endless joy in mother''s little O greedy heart, shall I pluck the world like a fruit from the sky when you sleep in your mother''s arms, and the morning comes Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what shall come running to you, saying, "Mother, I am hungry!" I shall never go away from you into the town to work like father. Do you know, mother, their home is in the sky, where the stars Now think well, mother, before you say what I shall bring for you I shall tell him, "Do you not know I am as big as father? I shall tell her, "Mother, don''t you know, I am as big as father, mother''s heart is full to the brim with love, and if you come to


id: 6524
title: Stray Birds
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and brings Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn The earth hums to me to-day in the sun, like a woman at her I feel, thy beauty, dark night, like that of the loved woman when The world has opened its heart of light in the morning. Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it. God loves man''s lamp lights better than his own great stars. The storm is like the cry of some god in pain whose love the The night''s silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light Find your beauty, my heart, from the world''s movement, like the Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night The world loved man when he smiled. sea, Full Moon, like the heart throb of the world.


id: 6523
title: The Post Office
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  MADHAV Poor child, it is very hard to keep him indoors all day See that far-away hill from our window--I often long to go day doctor lets me go out, you are going to take me to your Doctor won''t let you, poor fellow! Do letters come from the King to his office here? But who will fetch me my King''s letter when it comes? I don''t know; the doctor won''t let me out. Suppose the likes of you mind the doctor. Fakir, now that Uncle''s off, just tell me, has the King Say, Fakir, do you know the King who has this Post Office? Since the King''s Post Office I like it more and King''s letter come? [Fanning AMAL] The letter''s sure to come to-day, my boy. the King writes he will come himself to see Amal, with the state MADHAV [Whispering into AMAL''S ear] My child, the King loves you.


id: 7164
title: Gitanjali
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its break with pride; and I look to thy face, and tears come to my my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee! In thy world I have no work to do; my useless life can only break The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night. when they see thee come down from thy seat to raise me from the Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of my heart-moments breaks and I see by the light of death thy world with its


id: 6686
title: The Gardener
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  "If some wanderer, leaving home, come here to watch the night and When with the day''s burden I went home, my love was sitting in The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in the When my love comes and sits by my side, when my body trembles and Let your work be, bride, the guest has come in the evening. Your thoughts will stray out of your dark eyes like birds from As I come in and out I pass by him every time, and my eyes are I long to sit silent by you; but I dare not lest my heart come Then, come, my rainy nights with pattering feet; smile, my golden Love, my heart longs day and night for the meeting with you--for Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the Love, my heart longs day and night 50


id: 7951
title: Glimpses of Bengal Selected from the Letters of Sir Rabindranath Tagore
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
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  and the household news of the village girls, who come for water, and sit We have got past the big rivers and just turned into a little one. There was a great, big mast lying on the river bank, and some little name of God, my heart felt like breaking and no words would come. to live and die as a man, loving and trusting the world, unable to look on If I could finish writing one poem a day, my life would pass in a kind of Every year one such great, time-hallowed day drops out of my life; and the When I realise this I feel I want to take a good look at nature, to the day may come when I shall feel that, could I but have the past back, I The world is ever new to me; like an old friend loved through this and


