The Land Of The Exile (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know whatthe time is. There is no fun in ...
Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know whatthe time is. There is no fun in ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women yousent to the forest shrine to decoy the young ...
She dwelt on the hillside by edgeof a maize-field, near the spring thatflows in laughing rills through thesolemn shadows of ...
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of theforest. O child, do not go out! The palm trees in a ...
I asked nothing, only stood at theedge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyesof the dawn, ...
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Manyan evening she had watched the moon made dizzy ...
One day in spring, a woman cameIn my lonely woods,In the lovely form of the Beloved.Came, to give to my ...
XIV I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box-a few small toys for thy memory to ...
31THE trees come up to my windowlike the yearning voice of the dumb earth. 32HIS own mornings are new surprises to ...
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,have you forgotten the little child,like the birds that ...
In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God'sdream two women. One is the dancer at the ...
O woman, you are not merely thehandiwork of God, but also of men;these are ever endowing you withbeauty from their ...
In the beginning of time, there rose from the churning of God's dream two women. One is the dancer at ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women you sent to the forest shrine to decoy the ...
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Many an evening she had watched the moon made ...
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, have you forgotten the little chile, like the ...
O woman, you are not merely the handiwork of God, but also of men; these are ever endowing you with ...
She dwelt on the hillside by edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the ...
I asked nothing, only stood at the edge of the wood behind the tree. Languor was still upon the eyes ...
Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what the time is. There is no ...
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the forest. O child, do not go out! The palm ...
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