Rabindranath Tagore: The Man and His PoetryDodd, Mead, 1916 - 223 pages |
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Abanindranath Tagore Bankim beauty beloved Bengali literature birds bliss Bolpur bondage boys Brahmo Chandra child childhood civilisation Copyright Debendranath Tagore divine dranath duty Dwarakanath Tagore Dwijendra Lal Roy earth East emotions English essays eyes father feel flowers freedom Gitanjali harmony heart Himalayas Hindu HIRALAL SEN human ideals India India's greatest Kabir Krishna live look Macmillan Company Maharshi mind morning mother nature ness never night Nobel Prize once Padma River patriotic perfect philosophy play poet's poetic poetry political prose Rabindranath Tagore Radha Raja Ram Mohun Ramprosad realise river Sadhana Sanskrit says sing smile social Somaj songs sorrow soul spirit sung sweet Tagore's teacher tears thee things Thomas à Kempis thou thought tion touch translation trees truth universal Upanishads Vaishnava poets verse West WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY woman words write poems wrote young youth
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Page 141 - WHERE the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; Where words come out from the depth of truth; Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection; Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit; Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action...
Page 80 - DELIVERANCE is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight. Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various colours and fragrance, filling this earthen vessel to the brim.
Page 177 - India. If I were to look over the whole world to find out the country most richly endowed with all the wealth, power, and beauty that nature can bestow — in some parts a very paradise on earth — I should point to India. If I were asked under what sky the human mind has most fully developed some of its choicest gifts, has most deeply pondered on the greatest problems of life, and has found solutions of some of them which well deserve the attention even of those who have studied Plato and Kant...
Page 179 - In the whole world there is no study, except that of the originals, so beneficial and so elevating as that of the Upanishads. It has been the solace of my life, it will be the solace of my death.
Page 141 - Where the mind is led forward by thee into everwidening thought and action — Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
Page 82 - I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is...
Page 154 - HERE is thy footstool and there rest thy feet where live the poorest, and lowliest, and lost. When I try to bow to thee, my obeisance cannot reach down to the depth where thy feet rest among the poorest, lowliest, and lost. Pride can never approach to where thou walkest in the clothes of the humble among the poorest, and lowliest, and lost.
Page 179 - Europe, we discover there so many truths, and truths so profound, and which make such a contrast with the meanness of the results at which the European genius has sometimes stopped, that we are constrained to bend the knee before that of the East, and to see in this cradle of the human race the native land of the highest philosophy.
Page 210 - I. 13. mo ko kahan dhumo bande 0 SERVANT, where dost thou seek Me ? Lo ! I am beside thee. 1 am neither in temple nor in mosque: I am neither in Kaaba nor in Kailash : Neither am I in rites and ceremonies, nor in Yoga and renunciation. If thou art a true seeker, thou shalt at once see Me: thou shalt meet Me in a moment of time. Kabir says, ' O Sadhu! God is the breath of all breath.
Page 94 - IN the deep shadows of the rainy July, with secret steps, thou walkest, silent as night, eluding all watchers. To-day the morning has closed its eyes, heedless of the insistent calls of the loud east wind, and a thick veil has been drawn over the ever-wakeful blue sky. The woodlands have hushed their songs, and doors are all shut at every house. Thou art the solitary wayfarer in this deserted street. Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house — do not pass by like a dream.