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quadgram | frequency |
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i do not know | 20 |
at the end of | 16 |
all of a sudden | 16 |
the shadow of the | 12 |
on the seashore of | 12 |
know not how to | 11 |
in a corner of | 11 |
the edge of the | 11 |
there was no one | 11 |
the end of the | 10 |
the music of the | 10 |
the heart of the | 10 |
for the first time | 10 |
the macmillan company publishers | 9 |
by the side of | 9 |
they know not how | 9 |
the seashore of endless | 9 |
in the midst of | 9 |
the son of the | 9 |
the side of the | 9 |
seashore of endless worlds | 9 |
nothing to do with | 9 |
on the other side | 9 |
fifth avenue new york | 9 |
at the sight of | 8 |
i know not how | 8 |
the heat of the | 8 |
from a drawing by | 8 |
do not know why | 8 |
with the help of | 8 |
come to my lake | 8 |
that is why the | 8 |
at the foot of | 8 |
the kingdom of cards | 8 |
the rest of the | 8 |
o come to my | 8 |
in the depth of | 8 |
in the middle of | 8 |
the babus of nayanjore | 8 |
when i was a | 7 |
that is to say | 7 |
the whole of the | 7 |
that is why i | 7 |
that i could not | 7 |
in the same way | 7 |
in the heat of | 7 |
it seemed to me | 7 |
in the kingdom of | 7 |
the middle of the | 7 |
and that is why | 7 |
there was a king | 7 |
at the age of | 7 |
i will tell you | 6 |
as i have said | 6 |
the darkness of night | 6 |
for a long time | 6 |
i know not why | 6 |
it is not for | 6 |
every now and then | 6 |
as soon as he | 6 |
i have come to | 6 |
bank of the river | 6 |
with the seven wings | 6 |
the chota lord sahib | 6 |
the light of the | 6 |
it is difficult to | 6 |
go to fetch water | 6 |
fate has not cheated | 6 |
how to cast nets | 6 |
out of the house | 6 |
at the same time | 6 |
that in mind and | 6 |
in the light of | 6 |
not cheated me of | 6 |
in mind and rejoice | 6 |
through the open window | 6 |
in the darkness of | 6 |
the bank of the | 6 |
came to an end | 6 |
the other side of | 6 |
i know not what | 6 |
my fate has not | 6 |
from door to door | 6 |
palace with the seven | 6 |
i stand before thee | 6 |
on the top of | 6 |
has not cheated me | 6 |
cheated me of everything | 6 |
keep that in mind | 6 |
a corner of the | 6 |
the time for the | 6 |
not how to cast | 6 |
the beauty of the | 6 |
it is time for | 6 |
the foot of the | 6 |
wish i were a | 5 |
according to the rules | 5 |
to the tune of | 5 |
that is why it | 5 |
once upon a time | 5 |
in the morning i | 5 |
son of the merchant | 5 |
on the third storey | 5 |
the story of the | 5 |
loiter over your toilet | 5 |
but there was no | 5 |
i am not dead | 5 |
in the palace with | 5 |
a great deal of | 5 |
the seven seas and | 5 |
in search of the | 5 |
was not at all | 5 |
of the inner apartments | 5 |
do not loiter over | 5 |
the door of the | 5 |
the rays of the | 5 |
the depth of the | 5 |
in the dim light | 5 |
at the edge of | 5 |
come to my door | 5 |
the end of his | 5 |
in one of the | 5 |
the dim light of | 5 |
to be found in | 5 |
from time to time | 5 |
but i dare not | 5 |
i could see the | 5 |
the world of men | 5 |
was no one there | 5 |
the edge of a | 5 |
in the shadow of | 5 |
in the early morning | 5 |
would now and then | 5 |
thee face to face | 5 |
as one of the | 5 |
on the occasion of | 5 |
he was going to | 5 |
the twos and threes | 5 |
comes back to me | 5 |
there was not a | 5 |
i cannot say that | 5 |
as a matter of | 5 |
the service of the | 5 |
give me the strength | 5 |
the palace with the | 5 |
the shade of the | 5 |
by the macmillan company | 5 |
could not have been | 5 |
not loiter over your | 5 |
from the original bengali | 5 |
shall i stand before | 5 |
the dust of the | 5 |
it seems to me | 5 |
before thee face to | 5 |
pass by our door | 5 |
but he did not | 5 |
stand before thee face | 5 |
i am reminded of | 5 |
to the conclusion that | 5 |
come as you are | 5 |
the free bird cries | 4 |
is not for nothing | 4 |
came to the conclusion | 4 |
behind the trees whenever | 4 |
in the way of | 4 |
the son of a | 4 |
in the presence of | 4 |
me ever feel that | 4 |
and pale gleams the | 4 |
the night is dark | 4 |
as soon as i | 4 |
in my dreams and | 4 |
it is not the | 4 |
he choose to come | 4 |
first day of asarh | 4 |
the depth of my | 4 |
drunken and go to | 4 |
in one salutation to | 4 |
home in the evening | 4 |
from room to room | 4 |
not know how to | 4 |
they go to fetch | 4 |
and in a moment | 4 |
author from the original | 4 |
to come to my | 4 |
who stole sleep from | 4 |
of the rainy season | 4 |
i am as big | 4 |
in the shade of | 4 |
in mere idle sport | 4 |
pale gleams the smile | 4 |
why did he choose | 4 |
from end to end | 4 |
the shadows of the | 4 |
pangs of this sorrow | 4 |
let this be my | 4 |
be drunken and go | 4 |
i cannot understand them | 4 |
i could not say | 4 |
when the marketing is | 4 |
bring sweet things to | 4 |
i have still something | 4 |
never be an ascetic | 4 |
rays of the sun | 4 |
when i bring sweet | 4 |
me carry the pangs | 4 |
at the corner of | 4 |
lips when he sleeps | 4 |
possible for me to | 4 |
the feet of the | 4 |
round and round the | 4 |
do you hurry with | 4 |
blue of the sky | 4 |
i had no idea | 4 |
one salutation to thee | 4 |
i thought to myself | 4 |
gleams the smile of | 4 |
do you sit there | 4 |
is simple as a | 4 |
i had never before | 4 |
me is simple as | 4 |
and there was no | 4 |
you and me is | 4 |
the pangs of this | 4 |
and me is simple | 4 |
in the land of | 4 |
in front of the | 4 |
the guest has come | 4 |
sorrow in my dreams | 4 |
am as big as | 4 |
shall never be an | 4 |
in the case of | 4 |
i wish i were | 4 |
why do you sit | 4 |
the author from the | 4 |
it is impossible to | 4 |
you are my own | 4 |
stars in the sky | 4 |
that i had been | 4 |
to my heart and | 4 |
i sing to make | 4 |
is a rumour that | 4 |
love between you and | 4 |
to the end of | 4 |
i am ashamed to | 4 |
the presence of the | 4 |
i began to write | 4 |
the stars in the | 4 |
whenever they go to | 4 |
comes and goes away | 4 |
was one of the | 4 |
from the standpoint of | 4 |
simple as a song | 4 |
smile of the sea | 4 |
as soon as the | 4 |
hurry with your basket | 4 |
let me carry the | 4 |
in the hands of | 4 |
a portion of the | 4 |
who stands behind the | 4 |
the top of the | 4 |
on the verge of | 4 |
and was about to | 4 |
end of the day | 4 |
dreams and in my | 4 |
on the way to | 4 |
them away i cannot | 4 |
let me ever feel | 4 |
the smile that flickers | 4 |
in the corner of | 4 |
under the name of | 4 |
in the fairy tale | 4 |
stands behind the trees | 4 |
i cannot tell how | 4 |
it would have been | 4 |
no one in the | 4 |
to get rid of | 4 |
coming out of the | 4 |
the touch of the | 4 |
sweet things to your | 4 |
i do not remember | 4 |
a corner of my | 4 |
under the shade of | 4 |
sing to make you | 4 |
did he choose to | 4 |
know where it was | 4 |
have nothing to do | 4 |
choose to come to | 4 |
things to your greedy | 4 |
the marketing is over | 4 |
to make you smile | 4 |
and the son of | 4 |
thus it is that | 4 |
the land of the | 4 |
smile that flickers on | 4 |
joys and sorrows of | 4 |
in this world of | 4 |
in front of him | 4 |
carry the pangs of | 4 |
let only that little | 4 |
my dreams and in | 4 |
of this sorrow in | 4 |
put me to shame | 4 |
trees whenever they go | 4 |
he is grown up | 4 |
of endless worlds children | 4 |
do not know what | 4 |
i could not have | 4 |
the great court cards | 4 |
when you went away | 4 |
and go to the | 4 |
between you and me | 4 |
go to the dogs | 4 |
let me not forget | 4 |
sat down on the | 4 |
by the author from | 4 |
i was a child | 4 |
by rabindranath tagore translated | 4 |
once there was a | 4 |
for he is grown | 4 |
to the accompaniment of | 4 |
not close your wings | 4 |
she said to me | 4 |
had nothing to do | 4 |
this love between you | 4 |
as if i had | 4 |
it happens to be | 4 |
at the feet of | 4 |
where do you hurry | 4 |
to make you dance | 4 |
there on the floor | 4 |
do you think i | 4 |
does anybody know where | 4 |
and in my wakeful | 4 |
your words are dark | 4 |
i shall never be | 4 |
do not close your | 4 |
for the golden stag | 4 |
at the door of | 4 |
to your greedy hands | 4 |
have still something left | 4 |
in the course of | 4 |
anybody know where it | 4 |
the queen of hearts | 4 |
this sorrow in my | 4 |
when i sing to | 4 |
son of the kotwal | 4 |
i wish i could | 4 |
endless worlds children meet | 4 |
tell me a story | 4 |
i could not make | 4 |
forget for a moment | 4 |
turn them away i | 4 |
you hurry with your | 4 |
that there was no | 4 |
avenue new york the | 4 |
in my wakeful hours | 4 |
there is a rumour | 4 |
in the world of | 4 |
the help of the | 4 |
let your work be | 4 |
without asking my leave | 4 |
i did not know | 4 |
i have not the | 4 |
the smile of the | 4 |
i bring sweet things | 4 |
the trees whenever they | 4 |
published by the macmillan | 3 |
under the shadow of | 3 |
for fear you should | 3 |
of which i am | 3 |
to stay at home | 3 |
the beauties of the | 3 |
do you put me | 3 |
nothing in sea or | 3 |
the first day of | 3 |
to give myself up | 3 |
play with empty shells | 3 |
the joy of the | 3 |
name is known to | 3 |
the names of the | 3 |
dust of the earth | 3 |
want to give you | 3 |
they are no longer | 3 |
those who came to | 3 |
on my way back | 3 |
o the keen call | 3 |
my husband came to | 3 |
her name is ranjan | 3 |
he comes and goes | 3 |
there is only one | 3 |
it was in the | 3 |
the strife of the | 3 |
i know your art | 3 |
you ask for all | 3 |
the heart of our | 3 |
but i am not | 3 |
in the house of | 3 |
myself up at last | 3 |
gather pebbles and scatter | 3 |
on the river bank | 3 |
that i have not | 3 |
i love to hear | 3 |
who was it coloured | 3 |
a break in the | 3 |
how could there be | 3 |
twos and threes were | 3 |
the end of her | 3 |
has happened to you | 3 |
it is for the | 3 |
you put me to | 3 |
me in the evening | 3 |
dust of the road | 3 |
i am grown up | 3 |
while children gather pebbles | 3 |
the stillness of the | 3 |
that it was the | 3 |
know why there is | 3 |
the king of the | 3 |
coloured that little frock | 3 |
tears came to my | 3 |
you walked by the | 3 |
all dark and lonesome | 3 |
my hand and said | 3 |
love to give myself | 3 |
i were only a | 3 |
only that little be | 3 |
we crown thee king | 3 |
never been able to | 3 |
under the banyan tree | 3 |
i am sure i | 3 |
in a kind of | 3 |
was the time when | 3 |
tell me if this | 3 |
i bow to you | 3 |
he took his seat | 3 |
the verge of the | 3 |
the mind of the | 3 |
never occurred to me | 3 |
was walking by the | 3 |
in fear and trembling | 3 |
heat of the day | 3 |
from house to house | 3 |
for the last time | 3 |
i got into the | 3 |
at dead of night | 3 |
give myself up at | 3 |
for love to give | 3 |
of which i have | 3 |
deity of the ruined | 3 |
the banks of the | 3 |
a large number of | 3 |
to me it was | 3 |
to keep up the | 3 |
in the lap of | 3 |
to say to you | 3 |
the shelter of the | 3 |
not how to swim | 3 |
me the strength to | 3 |
the noise of the | 3 |
nobel prizeman in literature | 3 |
to the railway station | 3 |
the depths of the | 3 |
if it were only | 3 |
the day when the | 3 |
at the touch of | 3 |
not for nothing he | 3 |
ever feel that i | 3 |
in the morning light | 3 |
he sent for me | 3 |
and forgive me my | 3 |
children have their play | 3 |
the whole of my | 3 |
not forget for a | 3 |
you should do so | 3 |
the joys and sorrows | 3 |
drawing by nandalall bose | 3 |
it were only a | 3 |
i shall become a | 3 |
like to become the | 3 |
become the boatman of | 3 |
pot of the tulsi | 3 |
that is not the | 3 |
rooms on the third | 3 |
got hold of a | 3 |
sitting at the window | 3 |
and lay down on | 3 |
up and down the | 3 |
fishers dive for pearls | 3 |
i call them and | 3 |
a sudden gust of | 3 |
the sound of the | 3 |
the keen call of | 3 |
seas and the thirteen | 3 |
me if this be | 3 |
where the pot of | 3 |
and her name is | 3 |
play on the seashore | 3 |
the name of the | 3 |
float them on the | 3 |
on the bank of | 3 |
in the evening songs | 3 |
of the setting sun | 3 |
your baby is silly | 3 |
sleep that flits on | 3 |
to be content with | 3 |
one day he had | 3 |
the smell of the | 3 |
to go to school | 3 |
i shall ever try | 3 |
the fringe of trees | 3 |
the rest of us | 3 |
a word to say | 3 |
the pot of the | 3 |
of the rest of | 3 |
i am only waiting | 3 |
out of the room | 3 |
and they play with | 3 |
there is nothing to | 3 |
know thee as my | 3 |
leaves they weave their | 3 |
were only a little | 3 |
in the evening light | 3 |
do you not know | 3 |
the thirteen rivers of | 3 |
i am going to | 3 |
of the tulsi plant | 3 |
the night was dark | 3 |
you are going to | 3 |
sent for me to | 3 |
make up my mind | 3 |
shadow of the tree | 3 |
their boats and smilingly | 3 |
i should like to | 3 |
seek not for hidden | 3 |
for ever so long | 3 |
by the riverside path | 3 |
i will hire you | 3 |
on the sea of | 3 |
the top of that | 3 |
none in the world | 3 |
up at last into | 3 |
did not know that | 3 |
terrace where the pot | 3 |
time there was a | 3 |
was sleeping in the | 3 |
from the beginning of | 3 |
of the normal school | 3 |
the cool shade of | 3 |
is why it is | 3 |
this time i was | 3 |
to me of the | 3 |
and anjan they call | 3 |
at last into his | 3 |
children gather pebbles and | 3 |
call of thy flute | 3 |
a friend of mine | 3 |
who is there to | 3 |
the rule of the | 3 |
time for me to | 3 |
if i were only | 3 |
is to be found | 3 |
should like to become | 3 |
a letter for me | 3 |
is not in the | 3 |
on the edge of | 3 |
floating in the sky | 3 |
in the process of | 3 |
walked by the riverside | 3 |
on the vast deep | 3 |
was in a cage | 3 |
is time for me | 3 |
a letter for you | 3 |
will hire you with | 3 |
bird was in a | 3 |
of one of the | 3 |
in the days of | 3 |
catch a glimpse of | 3 |
is known to all | 3 |
i could think of | 3 |
of our village is | 3 |
the bird of the | 3 |
to be drunken and | 3 |
with the weight of | 3 |
what do you think | 3 |
stood in the way | 3 |
over and over again | 3 |
to take me to | 3 |
and there was a | 3 |
the tulsi plant stands | 3 |
feel that i have | 3 |
i am sure that | 3 |
by sir rabindranath tagore | 3 |
in our country the | 3 |
the light of my | 3 |
the poor fellow had | 3 |
came into the house | 3 |
and smilingly float them | 3 |
the midst of the | 3 |
in the hope of | 3 |
in the dusk of | 3 |
am only waiting for | 3 |
bowed to the ground | 3 |
i would not have | 3 |
put out the lamp | 3 |
can never be made | 3 |
it is not a | 3 |
i found that the | 3 |
when in the morning | 3 |
bear the idea of | 3 |
that would have been | 3 |
sail in their ships | 3 |
stay at home and | 3 |
it would hardly be | 3 |
and the thirteen rivers | 3 |
they seek not for | 3 |
i come to you | 3 |
they call our river | 3 |
it seemed to him | 3 |
our village is khanjan | 3 |
to me like a | 3 |
the folk who live | 3 |
that why they call | 3 |
me not forget for | 3 |
the blue of the | 3 |
how am i to | 3 |
the pages of the | 3 |
for the sake of | 3 |
anjan they call our | 3 |
and scatter them again | 3 |
smilingly float them on | 3 |
them on the vast | 3 |
of the sky is | 3 |
me in this world | 3 |
they weave their boats | 3 |
in the valmiki pratibha | 3 |
other side of the | 3 |
all the time that | 3 |
i have never been | 3 |
with the burden of | 3 |
at my cottage door | 3 |
why they call you | 3 |
he would now and | 3 |
a bit of a | 3 |
as she went on | 3 |
went on with my | 3 |
their houses with sand | 3 |
the seashore of worlds | 3 |
withered leaves they weave | 3 |
the gloom of the | 3 |
it came to me | 3 |
inner garden was my | 3 |
a short time before | 3 |
when i try to | 3 |
upon me like a | 3 |
the sleep that flits | 3 |
that little be left | 3 |
which i am writing | 3 |
the nines and tens | 3 |
when i come to | 3 |
lichi tree by the | 3 |
if you would be | 3 |
to sing it to | 3 |
that it was a | 3 |
each one of the | 3 |
keep staring at the | 3 |
i could not see | 3 |
and you will be | 3 |
so i had to | 3 |
at the cost of | 3 |
the tame bird was | 3 |
vanished in a moment | 3 |
it is easy to | 3 |
shame with a look | 3 |
the first time in | 3 |
at the height of | 3 |
in the cup of | 3 |
this song of mine | 3 |
little be left of | 3 |
to get hold of | 3 |
the sands of the | 3 |
in the form of | 3 |
the whole of our | 3 |
was it coloured that | 3 |
be my parting word | 3 |
rabindranath tagore translated from | 3 |
did not care to | 3 |
as big as father | 3 |
the corner of our | 3 |
seven seas and the | 3 |
middle of the day | 3 |
the secret of your | 3 |
day by day i | 3 |
of the ruined temple | 3 |
was very fond of | 3 |
the end of a | 3 |
when i grow up | 3 |
thirteen rivers of fairyland | 3 |
with withered leaves they | 3 |
and sat down on | 3 |
seven seas and thirteen | 3 |
who is that beautiful | 3 |
when i am grown | 3 |
is to be seen | 3 |
from my earliest years | 3 |
in the heart of | 3 |
secret of your heart | 3 |
had come into the | 3 |
and every now and | 3 |
the tops of the | 3 |
the sky of my | 3 |
the boatman of the | 3 |
for all that one | 3 |
the memory of my | 3 |
that it was not | 3 |
came to my eyes | 3 |
was at the time | 3 |
why do you put | 3 |
lost no time in | 3 |
shall ever try to | 3 |
that is why he | 3 |
a drawing by nandalall | 3 |
of the banyan tree | 3 |
but she would not | 3 |
when in the evening | 3 |
to put up with | 3 |
the hearts of men | 3 |
had for me a | 3 |
my house is all | 3 |
i was a mere | 3 |
they have not the | 3 |
would hardly be correct | 3 |
the cry of the | 3 |
i felt as if | 3 |
house is all dark | 3 |
ten in the morning | 3 |
i would go to | 3 |
my door and asked | 3 |
my eldest brother was | 3 |
on the side of | 3 |
not for hidden treasures | 3 |
glance at me and | 3 |
of thee and me | 3 |
not appear to be | 3 |
with the full pitcher | 3 |
their play on the | 3 |
name of our village | 3 |
it is hard to | 3 |
did not appear to | 3 |
all that one has | 3 |
the name of our | 3 |
the lamp went out | 3 |
last into his hands | 3 |
i have to say | 3 |
known to all the | 3 |
the beginning of time | 3 |
on the floor in | 3 |
keen call of thy | 3 |
in the eyes of | 3 |
the bend of the | 3 |
spray of spring flowers | 3 |
the cage bird whispers | 3 |
weave their boats and | 3 |
i long to go | 3 |
i shall have to | 3 |
they play with empty | 3 |
have their play on | 3 |
the water in the | 3 |
the time when my | 3 |
smell of the wet | 3 |
in the centre of | 3 |
banks of the river | 3 |
birth of the war | 3 |
up my mind to | 3 |
only waiting for love | 3 |
me to shame with | 3 |
for two or three | 3 |
this be my parting | 3 |
the mystery of the | 3 |
on the contrary he | 3 |
pebbles and scatter them | 3 |
is that beautiful lady | 3 |
my husband had been | 3 |
with the morning light | 3 |
the leaves of the | 3 |
my name is known | 3 |
come to an end | 3 |
garden was my paradise | 3 |
to shame with a | 3 |
i am afraid i | 3 |
build their houses with | 3 |
from side to side | 3 |
and it seemed to | 3 |
who was it that | 3 |
from head to foot | 3 |
ask for all that | 3 |
tame bird was in | 3 |
to become the boatman | 3 |
me to sing it | 3 |
heart of our hearts | 3 |
one or other of | 3 |
in point of fact | 3 |
me away from the | 3 |
why do you look | 3 |
that i had not | 3 |
could not bear the | 3 |
both live in the | 3 |
at the window of | 3 |
there was no need | 3 |
merchants sail in their | 3 |
the burden of my | 3 |
on the return journey | 3 |
this was the time | 3 |
walking by the road | 3 |
with her own hands | 3 |
is that why they | 3 |
the eyes of the | 3 |
seas and thirteen rivers | 3 |
my bride and i | 3 |
was the beginning of | 3 |
had no chance of | 3 |
is the time for | 3 |
for time is short | 3 |
waiting for love to | 3 |
boats and smilingly float | 3 |
in the depths of | 3 |
are you going to | 3 |
who was within me | 3 |
for me to go | 3 |
i was walking by | 3 |
to all the village | 3 |
hardly be correct to | 3 |
do not know how | 3 |
the spray of spring | 3 |
it was not the | 3 |
and stood before me | 3 |
give me back my | 3 |
i was at the | 3 |
is all dark and | 3 |
lend me your light | 3 |
did not know how | 3 |
it coloured that little | 3 |
i felt i had | 3 |
see the clouds wrapping | 2 |
was a time when | 2 |
and take my departure | 2 |
i still remember the | 2 |
i went on with | 2 |
not come near you | 2 |
is music in leaves | 2 |
the purposes of the | 2 |
imagine we are travelling | 2 |
stood at my cottage | 2 |
corner of our terrace | 2 |
i will end my | 2 |
ballads to the children | 2 |
looking out on the | 2 |
there was nothing in | 2 |
beautiful lady in the | 2 |
depth of my being | 2 |
of the eternal universe | 2 |
home to me when | 2 |
pleasure streams from the | 2 |
in the seclusion of | 2 |
looked at my face | 2 |
i went to england | 2 |
i am not going | 2 |
tender and silent mystery | 2 |
on the slope of | 2 |
and last time in | 2 |
when i give coloured | 2 |
there and jingle your | 2 |
my feet are languid | 2 |
when i came back | 2 |
a summons has come | 2 |
my life will be | 2 |
of this period of | 2 |
the early morning light | 2 |
for me to get | 2 |
i girded up my | 2 |
champa and his six | 2 |
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evening cloud floating in | 2 |
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day of breezy march | 2 |
heart unbidden even as | 2 |
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song of mine will | 2 |
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what have i to | 2 |
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glee the tinkling of | 2 |
the sight of the | 2 |
by sasi kumar hesh | 2 |
lifted in the night | 2 |
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with the touch of | 2 |
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the top of her | 2 |
the mother was a | 2 |
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the first time that | 2 |
we are to play | 2 |
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day of the rains | 2 |
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down the steps to | 2 |
the cup of the | 2 |
to be able to | 2 |
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queen of hearts from | 2 |
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year of my life | 2 |
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the story of his | 2 |
which goes on in | 2 |
anybody know from where | 2 |
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of your anklet bells | 2 |
the streets were all | 2 |
of the time when | 2 |
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kiss you to make | 2 |
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lady in the palace | 2 |
want to be learned | 2 |
i plucked your flower | 2 |
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like a beggar maid | 2 |
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i feel i want | 2 |
day on the scorching | 2 |
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rabindranath tagore from the | 2 |
in the trackless water | 2 |
good enough to call | 2 |
a wandering madman was | 2 |
hemangini said to her | 2 |
the spring days are | 2 |
could hardly have been | 2 |
yourself the secret of | 2 |
roams in the pathless | 2 |
the two sisters go | 2 |
wishes it were a | 2 |
at the university college | 2 |
and gave orders for | 2 |
my face to the | 2 |
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moon touched the edge | 2 |
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a dream i went | 2 |
the sad music of | 2 |
through the twilight sky | 2 |
child as i was | 2 |
the end of my | 2 |
me and went on | 2 |
i raised a temple | 2 |
on the story of | 2 |
have to say to | 2 |
the gong sounds ten | 2 |
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two flunkeys in livery | 2 |
in the noonday heat | 2 |
freshness that blooms on | 2 |
through the dark night | 2 |
the smile was first | 2 |
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the sharps and flats | 2 |
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by rabindranath tagore nobel | 2 |
that i had a | 2 |
you to make you | 2 |
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pearl drops in her | 2 |
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young girl it lay | 2 |
your willing hands i | 2 |
left over from your | 2 |
call them and say | 2 |
sing meaningless ballads to | 2 |
days of hard travail | 2 |
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stood me in good | 2 |
thou art making me | 2 |
i wander through nameless | 2 |
to the edge of | 2 |
was seeking the touchstone | 2 |
into which i had | 2 |
yellow bird sings in | 2 |
he came to the | 2 |
why flowers are painted | 2 |
i hold her hands | 2 |
me back my child | 2 |
if this be all | 2 |
i knew not how | 2 |
a boy of fourteen | 2 |
rumour that a young | 2 |
a matter of fact | 2 |
started up from my | 2 |
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sit like a beggar | 2 |
come to a stop | 2 |
at the sky with | 2 |
remember a day in | 2 |
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on the day of | 2 |
come to this spot | 2 |
in my own treasure | 2 |
this pair of sinners | 2 |
and the lamp that | 2 |
me in good stead | 2 |
shelter of the house | 2 |
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ask for last kind | 2 |
the full meaning of | 2 |
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the infinite sky is | 2 |
and sat by my | 2 |
could say no more | 2 |
one of the reasons | 2 |
i should be reborn | 2 |
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just in front of | 2 |
the workman and his | 2 |
come and i am | 2 |
the place where the | 2 |
just for a moment | 2 |
kingdom of cards the | 2 |
he allowed me to | 2 |
tagore nobel prizeman in | 2 |
have the effect of | 2 |
worlds the children meet | 2 |
knew what was coming | 2 |
in the habit of | 2 |
like a mother while | 2 |
lay pervading her heart | 2 |
burning fire of desire | 2 |
not how to answer | 2 |
this sudden call to | 2 |
the greater part of | 2 |
had been unable to | 2 |
wife from the west | 2 |
to come to thy | 2 |
whisper in your ear | 2 |
young prince did pass | 2 |
it is i want | 2 |
and then in the | 2 |
have you been doing | 2 |
the company of his | 2 |
my elder brothers had | 2 |
in the pupils of | 2 |
pervading her heart in | 2 |
the fairy mistress of | 2 |
in the bosom of | 2 |
they build their houses | 2 |
all and take my | 2 |
if no road be | 2 |
only a little puppy | 2 |
but i would not | 2 |
ferryboat when i am | 2 |
is no longer the | 2 |
are standing in the | 2 |
light of a lamp | 2 |
on the crest of | 2 |
though i was a | 2 |
with the outer world | 2 |
dream of a dew | 2 |
are languid with the | 2 |
restless water is boisterous | 2 |
with sand and they | 2 |
i want to give | 2 |
said to the world | 2 |
by day i float | 2 |
would have been much | 2 |
a lighted lamp in | 2 |
the troubles of the | 2 |
what i could not | 2 |
way back from the | 2 |
i remember how once | 2 |
did not dare to | 2 |
mere child as i | 2 |
moved to pity and | 2 |
an invitation from labanya | 2 |
of a rich man | 2 |
seated on the ground | 2 |
is not the ghostly | 2 |
of my playmate of | 2 |
in the morning and | 2 |
of it through the | 2 |
remains recorded in the | 2 |
edge of the tank | 2 |
clings to my heart | 2 |
to put in a | 2 |
like a stray dog | 2 |
where the barber in | 2 |
the village slept in | 2 |
you left me and | 2 |
and at other times | 2 |
for a short time | 2 |
shadows of the forest | 2 |
my heart as its | 2 |
the dreams of the | 2 |
here all day long | 2 |
the cage bird says | 2 |
the post office act | 2 |
the day wears on | 2 |
to the congress fund | 2 |
the midst of this | 2 |
the dusk of the | 2 |
for nothing that he | 2 |
have given me a | 2 |
had discovered a way | 2 |
my brother must have | 2 |
my skirt over my | 2 |
what they say to | 2 |
my days and nights | 2 |
world seems to me | 2 |
of great interest to | 2 |
i go on for | 2 |
maids in the verandah | 2 |
make me the gardener | 2 |
right back to the | 2 |
the mysteries of the | 2 |
i heard from the | 2 |
was on before the | 2 |
and press her to | 2 |
i know not if | 2 |
me who you are | 2 |
bird sings in their | 2 |
the sky from end | 2 |
go back to your | 2 |
the little big man | 2 |
forgotten to braid my | 2 |
perched in the sky | 2 |
of the merchant and | 2 |
have a pair of | 2 |
give free play to | 2 |
fill me with shame | 2 |
soft freshness that blooms | 2 |
come to thy door | 2 |
somebody who stands behind | 2 |
my dark corner is | 2 |
if baby only wanted | 2 |
the age of fifteen | 2 |
one of the boys | 2 |
of voices to the | 2 |
silent mystery of love | 2 |
translated from bengali to | 2 |
you are the silliest | 2 |
to find that the | 2 |
to bear the brunt | 2 |
on the first day | 2 |
lay down on the | 2 |
of a crescent moon | 2 |
a young pale beam | 2 |
my return from the | 2 |
pitcher and come home | 2 |
for a moment i | 2 |
every one of them | 2 |
in the hope that | 2 |
dreams is coming towards | 2 |
it makes you laugh | 2 |
i kiss you to | 2 |
but that is not | 2 |
know you too easily | 2 |
in his life that | 2 |
then true that the | 2 |
i had lost my | 2 |
left me and went | 2 |
that she was not | 2 |
at my face in | 2 |
is abroad and children | 2 |
a day in my | 2 |
the ranks of the | 2 |
but i received more | 2 |
seek what i cannot | 2 |
hungry stones and other | 2 |
path with the full | 2 |
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the hungry stones and | 2 |
wrote in a letter | 2 |
i tried to make | 2 |
the fulness of its | 2 |
it all the more | 2 |
come to you to | 2 |
a lot of books | 2 |
know i shall love | 2 |
next the open window | 2 |
forgive this pair of | 2 |
to him and asked | 2 |
he had an extraordinary | 2 |
when i saw that | 2 |
first and last time | 2 |
upon the eyes of | 2 |
workman and his wife | 2 |
rumour that it has | 2 |
not a rose did | 2 |
it was a poem | 2 |
skirt over my face | 2 |
the end of your | 2 |
a part of my | 2 |
in front of my | 2 |
now the day has | 2 |
the poor queen of | 2 |
be allowed to remain | 2 |
heart was full of | 2 |
and the heat of | 2 |
is like the cry | 2 |
heat of the sun | 2 |
in and out of | 2 |
of the duties of | 2 |
father writes a lot | 2 |
i give up all | 2 |
was a keen student | 2 |
was a matter of | 2 |
the rain comes down | 2 |
how much of the | 2 |
the gardener of your | 2 |
the sight of their | 2 |
for it is not | 2 |
riverside path with the | 2 |
boat in the ditch | 2 |
because i am a | 2 |
not what you thought | 2 |
the ferryboat when i | 2 |
sat silent in the | 2 |
the farther side of | 2 |
only stood at the | 2 |
they come with their | 2 |
the first or second | 2 |
it is only twelve | 2 |
and why waves send | 2 |
that i was in | 2 |
got the better of | 2 |
singing to my father | 2 |
at this time i | 2 |
to the tinkling of | 2 |
if i remember right | 2 |
mind that she would | 2 |
my brother jyotirindra and | 2 |
the blood in my | 2 |
my eyes and answer | 2 |
a play of colours | 2 |
bring you coloured toys | 2 |
could not remember whether | 2 |
boatman of the ferryboat | 2 |
death will knock at | 2 |
heed of what they | 2 |
eyes you could plunder | 2 |
left for me in | 2 |
an age with each | 2 |
live in the cage | 2 |
what was the use | 2 |
he would not have | 2 |
days to draw my | 2 |
is no need to | 2 |
expectation of the night | 2 |
it seemed as if | 2 |
to be a mere | 2 |
of my literary life | 2 |
has not yet come | 2 |
to what useless inconsequence | 2 |
vast expanse of sand | 2 |
in the morning the | 2 |
to be paid for | 2 |
come to the edge | 2 |
the breeze of the | 2 |
where the mind is | 2 |
world of men in | 2 |
is none in the | 2 |
as soon as they | 2 |
dead of night i | 2 |
in the fulness of | 2 |
and why fruits are | 2 |
well do i remember | 2 |
the woman that we | 2 |
i go alone at | 2 |
the owner of the | 2 |
to braid my hair | 2 |
there was nothing there | 2 |
i shake my head | 2 |
the songs of the | 2 |
it is getting late | 2 |
more than i could | 2 |
the boy of seven | 2 |
of the joys and | 2 |
by your dear feet | 2 |
i would then be | 2 |
sadness of my soul | 2 |
i only remember that | 2 |
there room to spread | 2 |
where did you pick | 2 |
impressed on my mind | 2 |
i think of that | 2 |
comes and sits by | 2 |
for a boy of | 2 |
it would be splendid | 2 |
the name of vividha | 2 |
i am a little | 2 |
i know that the | 2 |
that it might be | 2 |
first days of asarh | 2 |
of pleasure and pain | 2 |
he began to treat | 2 |
in the days when | 2 |
way to the river | 2 |
tinkling of your anklet | 2 |
not the ghostly wind | 2 |
to know where my | 2 |
merely because something has | 2 |
the standpoint of the | 2 |
dim light of the | 2 |
i had a great | 2 |
the infinite within the | 2 |
i suppose i must | 2 |
is the heart of | 2 |
my heart was full | 2 |
at what hour i | 2 |
of my past life | 2 |
autumn wind and sun | 2 |
the thick foliage of | 2 |
but i have never | 2 |
was the sound of | 2 |
doors and windows and | 2 |
myself with the thought | 2 |
a smile and a | 2 |
i know why there | 2 |
with the nines and | 2 |
of the movements of | 2 |
art making me worthy | 2 |
to give free play | 2 |
it has not been | 2 |
to write to him | 2 |
why there is honey | 2 |
a moment all the | 2 |
of a sudden the | 2 |
in the strife of | 2 |
to wait till the | 2 |
that it has its | 2 |
for a few days | 2 |
the fairy tale is | 2 |
it round my neck | 2 |
the kotwal and the | 2 |
and i know not | 2 |
me to keep a | 2 |
among the branches of | 2 |
to take shelter in | 2 |
was not i who | 2 |
strung on a thread | 2 |
they met when the | 2 |
i came to myself | 2 |
of the boatman madhu | 2 |
in the evening breeze | 2 |
shall love death as | 2 |
not the means of | 2 |
the young prince did | 2 |
on her way to | 2 |
travels to seek my | 2 |
of the bengali language | 2 |
mistress of dreams is | 2 |
languid with the burden | 2 |
both land and water | 2 |
cannot say that he | 2 |
sitting in the dust | 2 |
do i remember the | 2 |
we laughed and said | 2 |
it was the beginning | 2 |
up all claims to | 2 |
for the parting be | 2 |
bow to you all | 2 |
the rest of their | 2 |
i do not want | 2 |
was late when the | 2 |
day he comes and | 2 |
one of the most | 2 |
however that may be | 2 |
none lives for ever | 2 |
many a fleeting moment | 2 |
jumped up and down | 2 |
the twinkling of an | 2 |
that he is not | 2 |
the play of cloud | 2 |
by the same author | 2 |
of his own composition | 2 |
heart longs day and | 2 |
lit my dark corner | 2 |
he suddenly found himself | 2 |
journey with my father | 2 |
was lost in the | 2 |
had never before come | 2 |
pitcher upon your hip | 2 |
the light has grown | 2 |
and his six brothers | 2 |
at this critical juncture | 2 |
these poems was the | 2 |
of these first days | 2 |
part of the world | 2 |
on many an occasion | 2 |
the call of the | 2 |
in the solitude of | 2 |
but for all that | 2 |
hindu mela was an | 2 |
touch with the world | 2 |
became clear to me | 2 |
he is a friend | 2 |
it is true that | 2 |
writes a lot of | 2 |
night was dark when | 2 |
time has not yet | 2 |
come back to thee | 2 |
song and let us | 2 |
him with all my | 2 |
i am in the | 2 |
i was sitting at | 2 |
in touch with the | 2 |
beam of a crescent | 2 |
at the same moment | 2 |
where it was hidden | 2 |
how to answer them | 2 |
all claims to my | 2 |
the sky in morning | 2 |
in the pathless sky | 2 |
coloured toys to you | 2 |
the depths of a | 2 |
is coming towards you | 2 |
it seemed as though | 2 |
with no means of | 2 |
that has bloomed on | 2 |
pacing up and down | 2 |
you say that father | 2 |
and spread it in | 2 |
rush and roar of | 2 |
village slept in the | 2 |
the minds of men | 2 |
me from the bonds | 2 |
in the story lives | 2 |
let it pass to | 2 |
and roar of life | 2 |
sky is overcast with | 2 |
sky of my dreams | 2 |
find its way to | 2 |
two sisters go to | 2 |
by the window and | 2 |
on the day they | 2 |
came to pass that | 2 |
here i give back | 2 |
last kind words from | 2 |
from my neck and | 2 |
i am certain that | 2 |
for days and days | 2 |
paper boat in the | 2 |
from the heart of | 2 |
had no idea of | 2 |
when the time came | 2 |
the matter of that | 2 |
if it is not | 2 |
come and ask me | 2 |
and depth of feeling | 2 |
say that father writes | 2 |
hold her hands and | 2 |
my heart on to | 2 |
they might have been | 2 |
i know not where | 2 |
side of the pond | 2 |
the seclusion of her | 2 |
water from the river | 2 |
he was a great | 2 |
a shock of surprise | 2 |
the last song and | 2 |
is by no means | 2 |
at the doors of | 2 |
did not get a | 2 |
that the word was | 2 |
comes from your willing | 2 |
first day of the | 2 |
there must have been | 2 |
are painted in tints | 2 |
it is my own | 2 |
peace of the evening | 2 |
a flight of steps | 2 |
with the burning fire | 2 |
the difference between the | 2 |
for very shame i | 2 |
when it came to | 2 |
run as a musk | 2 |
it was not for | 2 |
i could not very | 2 |
across hills and dales | 2 |
net into the sea | 2 |
in the meanwhile the | 2 |
if she wanted to | 2 |
is a born child | 2 |
the first book of | 2 |
to regard it as | 2 |
sitting in the verandah | 2 |
there it comes to | 2 |
since i have been | 2 |
we tell lies to | 2 |
from there it comes | 2 |
in the face of | 2 |
he was able to | 2 |
there was a letter | 2 |
not know where to | 2 |
my stay in england | 2 |
are lost in the | 2 |
when you grow up | 2 |
of him what you | 2 |
back from the river | 2 |
he would ask me | 2 |
i try to weave | 2 |
let me set down | 2 |
to an end with | 2 |
in a loud voice | 2 |
after my return from | 2 |
know not if i | 2 |
in vain you light | 2 |
able to make my | 2 |
from the depths of | 2 |
the handiwork of god | 2 |
in his left hand | 2 |
and said in a | 2 |
have come to the | 2 |
light has grown grey | 2 |
have been made immortal | 2 |
a fever of excitement | 2 |
of fresh flowers on | 2 |
why did they build | 2 |
got into the carriage | 2 |
night is dark and | 2 |
us imagine we are | 2 |
my father had brought | 2 |
my travels to seek | 2 |
a sense of dread | 2 |
twinkling of an eye | 2 |
to go on a | 2 |
where to sit perched | 2 |
for last kind words | 2 |
hard travail i raised | 2 |
with a naked sword | 2 |
understand what pleasure streams | 2 |
surges up with laughter | 2 |
it was not mine | 2 |
in the dark and | 2 |
and deeper into the | 2 |
was pacing up and | 2 |
was on his way | 2 |
he went on to | 2 |
there is music in | 2 |
is overcast with clouds | 2 |
and i shall be | 2 |
brought up in the | 2 |
lamp that lit my | 2 |
would be regarded as | 2 |
from bengali to english | 2 |
from the other shore | 2 |
if you are shy | 2 |
in sea or mountain | 2 |
at the close of | 2 |
as we went on | 2 |
he had not a | 2 |
do tell me a | 2 |
play of colours on | 2 |
came to the rescue | 2 |
it ceases to be | 2 |
signet of eternity upon | 2 |
got out of the | 2 |
little bit of a | 2 |
at night to my | 2 |
i drop my eyes | 2 |
of your eyes you | 2 |
for it but to | 2 |
home early from the | 2 |
ready for my journey | 2 |
made up my mind | 2 |
my second voyage to | 2 |
endless worlds is the | 2 |
of the wet earth | 2 |
while i was admiring | 2 |
tagore from the portrait | 2 |
the clothes of the | 2 |
why fruits are secretly | 2 |
small because i am | 2 |
say of him what | 2 |
and a pair of | 2 |
beautiful is thy wristlet | 2 |
in a part of | 2 |
i was sitting in | 2 |
the god of my | 2 |
the silliest child i | 2 |
on the canvas of | 2 |
my father did not | 2 |
subscribed to the congress | 2 |
but none the less | 2 |
which i could never | 2 |
the children meet with | 2 |
it was the effect | 2 |
began to count the | 2 |
and i could not | 2 |
he asked me to | 2 |
forest dimly lit with | 2 |
by me with quick | 2 |
you sit there smiling | 2 |
was greatly taken with | 2 |
one of the rooms | 2 |
the age at which | 2 |
would have it so | 2 |
different from that of | 2 |
the height of the | 2 |
the boy who was | 2 |
the sea plays with | 2 |
her hands and press | 2 |
barber in the story | 2 |
the dark night i | 2 |
nine in the morning | 2 |
and full of beauty | 2 |
a keen student of | 2 |
every part of the | 2 |
i am no longer | 2 |
one of the family | 2 |
that the sahib had | 2 |
the outcome of the | 2 |
the darkness of a | 2 |
i will never let | 2 |
tears in your eyes | 2 |
a leader of the | 2 |
to think of the | 2 |
of endless worlds the | 2 |
she dwelt on the | 2 |
that little bit of | 2 |
in many a mood | 2 |
the young traveller came | 2 |
to a region where | 2 |
i shall come back | 2 |
of the earth and | 2 |
in the evening the | 2 |
kotwal and the son | 2 |
was a decree of | 2 |
from your willing hands | 2 |
upon many a fleeting | 2 |
the waters of the | 2 |
seem to have been | 2 |
if you do not | 2 |
take a quiet corner | 2 |
to my heart like | 2 |
fish out of water | 2 |
a flash of lightning | 2 |
longs day and night | 2 |
between my husband and | 2 |
of his own accord | 2 |
the fact is that | 2 |
of the listening earth | 2 |
seemed to me so | 2 |
to those who are | 2 |
so that we had | 2 |
and out of the | 2 |
were those of the | 2 |
why do you whisper | 2 |
far into the night | 2 |
of hard travail i | 2 |
you see the clouds | 2 |
boat on the stream | 2 |
we shall have to | 2 |
am ready for my | 2 |
of that day i | 2 |
prose translations made by | 2 |
and downs of the | 2 |
am a poor man | 2 |
fresh flowers on my | 2 |
i found that i | 2 |
we did not even | 2 |
came to see me | 2 |
i would be left | 2 |
the barber in the | 2 |
vain you light your | 2 |
would have been a | 2 |
at the thought that | 2 |
i remember a day | 2 |
for the love of | 2 |
the game of death | 2 |
managed to swallow a | 2 |
into the midst of | 2 |
children meet with shouts | 2 |
laws of the universe | 2 |
endless worlds the children | 2 |
shade of the mango | 2 |
the day is done | 2 |
is time for you | 2 |
had not the power | 2 |
and come out into | 2 |
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