Quote by: Rabindranath Tagore

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!


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Author Bio


  • NameRabindranath Tagore
  • DescriptionBengali polymath
  • AliasesRab?ndran?tha Th?kura; Tagore
  • BornMay 7, 1861
  • DiedAugust 7, 1941
  • CountryIndia
  • ProfessionPainter; Polymath; Poet; Composer; Playwright; Essayist; Philosopher
  • WorksGitanjali; The Home And The World
  • AwardsNobel Prize In Literature