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id: 6524
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
title: Stray Birds
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sentence: 446
flesch: 96
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  72 In my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled with mist and rain. 67 God grows weary of great kingdoms, but never of little flowers.


id: 6523
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
title: The Post Office
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words: 7653
sentence: 875
flesch: 102
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summary:
  The Macmillan Company, 1914 Copyright 1914, by Mitchell Kennerley; Copyright, 1914 by The Macmillan Company] DRAMATIS PERSONÆ MADHAV AMAL, his adopted child SUDHA, a little flower girl THE DOCTOR DAIRYMAN WATCHMAN GAFFER VILLAGE HEADMAN, a bully KING'S HERALD ROYAL PHYSICIAN THE POST OFFICE ACT I [MADHAV'S House] MADHAV. MADHAV Say, Headman--Hope they're not robbers.


id: 6520
title: The Crescent Moon
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words: 8875
sentence: 491
flesch: 91
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summary:
  Ah, these jasmines Ah, who was it coloured that little frock Bless this little heart Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust Come and hire me Day by day I float my paper boats I am small because I am a little child If baby only wanted to, he could fly If I were only a little puppy If people came to know where my king's palace is I long to go over there Imagine, mother I only said, When in the evening I paced alone It is time for me to go, mother I want to give you something, my child I wish I could take a quiet corner Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons Mother, let us imagine we are travelling Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds Mother, the light has grown grey Mother, your baby is silly On the seashore of endless worlds When mother came back she found baby travelling the room over on all fours.


id: 6686
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
title: The Gardener
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words: 14120
sentence: 925
flesch: 96
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summary:
  We are face to face and heart to heart, my bride and I. 83 If you do not care for merry meetings, if you must have peace, weary heart, we shall put our lamps out and silence our harps.


id: 7164
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
title: Gitanjali
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words: 14621
sentence: 767
flesch: 88
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summary:
  I am uneasy at heart when I have to leave my accustomed shelter; I forget that there abides the old in the new, and that there also thou abidest. These verses will not lie in little well-printed books upon ladies' tables, who turn the pages with indolent hands that they may sigh over a life without meaning, which is yet all they can know of life, or be carried by students at the university to be laid aside when the work of life begins, but, as the generations pass, travellers will hum them on the highway and men rowing upon the rivers.


id: 7951
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
title: Glimpses of Bengal Selected from the Letters of Sir Rabindranath Tagore
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words: 24765
sentence: 1198
flesch: 78
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  It had become quite dark, the thunder was continually pealing, the lightning gleaming flash after flash, and every now and then sudden gusts of wind would get hold of the big _lichi_ tree by the neck and give its shaggy top a thorough shaking. The flow of village life is not too rapid, neither is it stagnant.


id: 2518
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
title: The Hungry Stones, and Other Stories
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words: 49190
sentence: 2962
flesch: 87
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summary:
  The third sister Kiranlekha spent many days in embroidering with red silk one hundred common English names such as Jones, Smith, Brown, Thomson, etc., on a chadar. Next day Shekhar began his song.


id: 22217
author: Tagore, Rabindranath
title: My Reminiscences
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words: 62066
sentence: 3194
flesch: 77
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summary:
  As I went along the deeply shaded lane, with its close thorny _seora_ hedges, by the side of the tank covered with green water weeds, I rapturously took in picture after picture. On other days he would be steeped in gloom, as if his burden was too heavy to bear.


