Book, Chapter

 1   1, 1 |        fair in form and fair in face,~Winsome were Ayodhya's
 2   1, 6 |        fair in form and fair in face,~And her gentle name was
 3   2, 6 |          beauty dwells upon thy face,~Woman's winsome charms
 4   2, 7 |       wherefore tears bedew his face?~Doth a piercing painful
 5   3, 2 |  FAITHFULNESS~Tears bedewed the face of Lakshman as he heard
 6   4, 3 |   righteous rite?~But thy sweet face, gentle Sita, is like faded
 7   5, 1 | Midnight, Sita with her saintly face,~Lakshman young and true
 8   6, 1 |         poor in beauty plain in face,~Fell her glances passion-laden
 9   6, 2 |          peerless is his comely face,~Dauntless is his warlike
10   6, 5 |       wears no brighter form or face,~Woman seen by eyes of mortals
11   6, 5 |    dismal forest doth thy fairy face adorn,~Who art thou and
12   7, 5 |        fixed in purpose we will face our foeman bold~
13   8, 1 |          sorrow darkened on her face,~And she lived by Rakshas
14   8, 1 |      still bedecks her peerless face.~Though the shadowing tinge
15   8, 2 |          Rama's dear-remembered face!"~Hushed the voice: the
16   8, 3 |        restored,~And her pallid face was lighted and her soft
17   8, 3 |        monarch's sway,~O'er the face of rolling waters found
18   9, 5 |   brother wand'ring far,~Bid me face the proud Sugriva, Hanuman
19   9, 7 |      monarch's battle, he shall face his brother's foe!~True
20   9, 7 |       race and monarch he shall face the haughty foe,~Joy thee
21  10    |         battle he had to wage a face to face combat with Lakshman,
22  10    |        he had to wage a face to face combat with Lakshman, and
23  10, 2 |      earth no warrior who could face thee in the fight,~Who could
24  10, 2 |      how they watch o'er Rama's face,~How they guard the younger
25  10, 2 |      sweeps not o'er thy Rama's face!~Listen more, my gentle
26  10, 2 |      blood-ensanguined in their face,~They shall live to fight
27  10, 3 |       soldiers sallied forth to face the fight,~Broke not Rama'
28  10, 5 |    wills it, Lakshman, we shall face these fatal darts,~We shall
29  10, 7 |     scorching summer glowed his face in wrathful shame,~From
30  10, 8 |      thy deed of darkness done,~Face the anger of a father, cruel
31  10, 11| deathful arrows hid the radiant face of sky,~Darker grew the
32  11, 2 |       Sita in his bosom hid her face!~