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Persuasion(excerpt)

Jane Austen

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. 

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for eve... more

Paper Boats (1913)

Rabindranath Tagore

Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream.

In big black letters I write my name on them and the name of

the village where I live.

I hope that someone in some strange land will find the... more

There is a lady sweet and kind, was never face so pleas'd my mind;

有一位小姐甜美又温柔，从来没有人像她那样让我着迷；

I did but see her passing by, and yet I love her till I die.

我只是看见她经过，便会爱她到永远。

Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles... more

I ask for a moment's indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. 

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, 

and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil. 

Today... more

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me- "We play from the time we wake till the day ends.We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon." I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"They answer, "Come to the edge of the ear... more

We have lost even this twilight.

No one saw us this evening hand in hand

while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window

the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun

burned like a coin in my hand... more

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.你们的孩子，都不是你们的孩子 乃是生命为自己所渴望的儿女。 他们是借你们而来，却不是从你们而来 他们虽和你们同在... more

The song I came to sing

remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my days in stringing

and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true,

the words have not been rightly set;

only there is the agony

of wishing in my heart…..

I have ... more