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  1   1, 2 |             Janak monarch of Videha spake his memage near and far,~
  2   1, 2 |          from Ayodhya famed of old,~Spake in pride the royal rishi: "
  3   1, 2 |         princely Rama shown."~Janak spake his royal mandate to his
  4   1, 2 |          son,"~"This the bow," then spake the monarch to the risha
  5   1, 2 |            of war.~"Let me," humbly spake the hero, "on this bow my
  6   1, 3 |             greetings and obeisance spake their message calm and bold,~
  7   1, 3 |        Joyful was Kosala's monarch, spake to chieftains in the hall,~
  8   1, 3 | Heaven-inspired his learning rare!"~Spake each peer and holy Brahman: "
  9   1, 3 |         Dasa-ratha's will be done!"~Spake the king unto the envoys: "
 10   1, 4 |             courteous accents Janak spake his purpose high,~And his
 11   1, 5 |             greet my sister's son!"~Spake the young and proud Kaikeya,
 12   1, 5 |           to fair Videlia's monarch spake Vasishtha wise and good:~"
 13   1, 6 |           facing Dasa-ratha's soil,~Spake with father's fond emotion
 14   1, 6 |          Lakshman young and valiant spake in accents soft and fair:~
 15   1, 6 |          loving hand,~And Vasishtha spake the mantra, holiest priest
 16   2, 1 |           intent on idle cavil Rama spake with purpose high,~And the
 17   2, 1 |           speech might envy when he spake or made reply,~In the learning
 18   2, 2 |          pealing thunder Dasa-ratha spake to all,~To the princes and
 19   2, 2 |        still their thought to know,~Spake again the ancient monarch
 20   2, 3 |     Brahmans said,~And the Brahmans spake to burghers that the festive
 21   2, 3 |            people met in conclaves, spake of Rama, Regent Heir,~And
 22   2, 3 |         Thus of Rama's consecration spake the burghers one and all,~
 23   2, 5 |             his wishes never crost,~Spake the warder in his terror
 24   2, 5 |          the lotus-eyéd lady softly spake her loving lord:~Wherefore
 25   2, 6 |           righteous Heaven!"~Coldly spake the Queen Kaikeyi: "If thy
 26   2, 6 |            and eldest part?"~Coldly spake the Queen Kaikeyi: "If thy
 27   2, 7 |          and cruel accents thus she spake her purpose keen:~"Grief
 28   3, 1 |       pathless woods is mine!"~Rama spake, and soft-eyed Sita, ever
 29   3, 1 |             are these words my Rama spake,~And her banished lord and
 30   3, 1 |       taught me and my father often spake,~That her home the wedded
 31   3, 1 |             the jungle life,~Vainly spake of toil and trial to a true
 32   3, 2 |          they left on earth below!"~Spake the hero: "Fear no evil,
 33   3, 2 |             we need them all!"~Rama spake; his valiant brother then
 34   3, 3 |           with sweet obeisance due,~Spake with hands in meekness folded
 35   3, 4 |               IV - CITIZENS' LAMENT~Spake Sumantra chariot-driver
 36   3, 4 |          path to heaven!"~Thus they spake in tears and anguish as
 37   3, 4 |     fainting monarch drew,~And they spake to Dasa-ratha: "Follow not
 38   3, 5 |            and to watchful Lakshman spake:~Mark the slumb'ring city
 39   3, 6 |           the agni-hotra rite,~Rama spake in humble accents to the
 40   3, 6 |          miles from this Prayagya," spake the rishi pond'ring well,~"
 41   3, 6 |           peace and comfort dwell!"~Spake the rishi Bharad-vaja, and
 42   3, 7 |           voices of the wood,"~Thus spake Rama when the morning on
 43   3, 7 |             thus the righteous Rama spake,~"Holy offering we should
 44   3, 8 |          Kausalya sad and sorrowing spake his memories of the past:~"
 45   3, 8 |          father heard my footsteps, spake in accents soft and kind:~'
 46   3, 8 |            that burnt and withered, spake the hermit in his might:~'
 47   3, 8 |       cleanses Dasa-ratha's crime!'~Spake the old and sightless prophet;
 48   4, 1 |     fire-wood for the dewy night,--~Spake the dwelling of a hermit
 49   4, 1 |           that Bharat said,~"Arya!" spake the young Satrughna and
 50   4, 2 |            in the forests dwell,~So spake saintly Dasa-ratha in Ayodhya'
 51   4, 4 |             Faith and Law and Duty, spake to young Ayodhya's lord:~
 52   5, 1 |             bark and scattered kusa spake their peaceful pure abode,~
 53   5, 1 |           kind,~"Raghu's son," thus spake the sages, "helper of each
 54   5, 1 |          the shrine of Sacred Fire,~Spake the message of the princes
 55   5, 1 |         prayed."~"Hath he come," so spake Agastya, "Rama prince of
 56   5, 1 |       pressed.~"False the hermits," spake Agastya, "who to guests
 57   5, 2 |          AGASTYA~"Pleased am I," so spake Agastya, "in these forests
 58   5, 3 |             brother's fond embrace,~Spake in sweet and kindly accents
 59   5, 3 |           bonds of YAMA free!"~Thus spake Rama, and with Lakshman
 60   5, 4 |          her arms,~Gallant Lakshman spake to Rama of the Indian winter'
 61   6, 1 |       wonted truth and candour Rama spake sedate and bold,~And the
 62   6, 1 |             on earth!"~"Listen," so spake Surpa-nakha, "if my purpose
 63   6, 3 |             her royal brother hied,~Spake her sorrows unto Ravan and
 64   6, 3 |              thus the raptur'd Sita spake,~"Mark the deer of wondrous
 65   6, 3 |             eyes have seen!"~Vainly spake the watchful Lakshman in
 66   6, 4 |          the lions in their wrath!"~Spake the hero: "Fear not, Sita!
 67   6, 6 |            Rama to his father came.~Spake Kaikeyi to my husband:--'
 68   7, 1 |             placed.~"Listen, Rama," spake Sugriva, "reft of kingdom,
 69   7, 2 |            tempest's deafening roar~Spake Sugriva's mighty challenge
 70   7, 2 |             a woman's deeper wisdom spake in woman's loving word:~
 71   7, 3 |        brother bold Sugriva thus he spake in accents bold:~"Mark this
 72   7, 3 |            fate awaits thee, Bali," spake Sugriva armed for strife,~"
 73   7, 4 |             hands in due obeisance, spake in accents calm and bold:~"
 74   7, 4 |           the pealing voice of war,~Spake Sugriva's consecration to
 75   7, 6 |         Tara's noble sire was he,--~Spake Sugriva with obeisance and
 76   8, 3 |        deceitful whisper!" Hantiman spake to the dame,~As from darksome
 77   8, 3 |         each softly whispered word,~Spake her thoughts in gentle accents
 78   8, 4 |             sorrowing consort laid,~Spake of Ravan's foul endearment
 79   8, 4 |          his loathsome loving word,~Spake of Sita's scorn and anger
 80   9, 1 |           the mighty Rakshas, Ravan spake to warriors all,~Spake to
 81   9, 1 |        Ravan spake to warriors all,~Spake to gallant chiefs and princes
 82   9, 2 |         mighty-armed Prahasta rose,~Spake in fierce and fierce accents
 83   9, 3 |         within the Council Chamber, spake to Lanka's mighty lord:~"
 84   9, 5 |         Kumbha-kama's son was he,--~Spake his young heart's mighty
 85   9, 6 |            s youngest brother he,--~Spake the word of solemn warning,
 86   9, 9 |           calm and fearless, and he spake in accents high:~"Rather
 87  10, 2 |       entered in his father's hall,~Spake of midnight's darksome contest,
 88  10, 2 |             and dark with red blood spake the conquest of the foe,~
 89  10, 2 |            soul subdued by sadness, spake to Sita tenderly:~"Weep
 90  10, 2 |             Lanka now."~And Trijata spake no falsehood, by the winged
 91  10, 4 |        young and dauntless Lakshman spake in accents soft and low:~"
 92  10, 5 |             to his brother Lakshman spake in grief and spake in woe:~
 93  10, 5 |         Lakshman spake in grief and spake in woe:~Once again that
 94  10, 6 |            his words of consolation spake of Rama's righteous dame:~"
 95  10, 6 |        Bibhishan, Indrajit in anger spake,~"Brother of my royal father,
 96  10, 6 |         this last and fatal fight!"~Spake the hero: "Like a coward
 97  10, 7 |         their hand,~In the battle," spake the courtiers, "duty bids
 98  10, 8 |     gloating in his vengeful wrath,~Spake to young and dauntless Laksliman
 99  10, 10|        stood!~"Speed, Matali," thus spake INDRA, "speed thee with
100  11, 1 |          was clouded, saintly Sita, spake in shame:~"Wherefore spake
101  11, 1 |          spake in shame:~"Wherefore spake ye not, my Rama, if your
102  11, 2 |      virtues, God of Fire incarnate spake,~Bade the sorrow-stricken
103  11, 2 |            heaved in gladness as he spake in accents high:~Never from
104  12, 1 |         wrought,~Ere the suppliants spake their wishes, ere they shaped
105  12, 2 |           his cottage bring,~And he spake to gentle Lava, Kusa child
106  12, 3 |          the Epic rolled along,~Out spake Rama in his wonder: "Scarce
107  12, 3 |    deathless Lay?"~"Saint Valmiki," spake the minstrels, "framed the
108 Epi    |       taught me and my father often spake,~That her home the wedded