Book, Chapter

 1   2, 7|      a load of pain,~Heaving oft a sigh of sorrow as his
 2   3, 3|   changeful fortune changing oft ignore the plighted word,~
 3   3, 6|      fear,~Crowds of rustics oft will trespass on thy calm
 4   3, 7|   Rama followed in the rear.~Oft from tree and darksome jungle,
 5   3, 7|     and to gentle Sita gave,~Oft to Rama turned his consort,
 6   3, 7|     store the faithless bee!~Oft the lone and startled wild
 7   3, 7|    send the answering cheer,~Oft the elephant of jungle ranges
 8   3, 7|     saints and hermits good,~Oft the chanted songs of hermits
 9   3, 8|   sequence of a mighty plan!~Oft in madness and in folly
10   5, 1|    sylvan wood-nymph haunted oft its holy shade,~Brightly
11   5, 1|   Rama, thou shalt need them oft,~Meet and conquers till
12   6, 3| hunting in this lonely glen,~Oft waylaid by artful Rakshas
13   6, 3|     our royal brother Bharat oft will praise his strength
14   8, 1|   and gold by sorrowing Rama oft depicted with it sigh,~On
15  10, 7|     gone!~Full of years,--so oft I pondered,--when the monarch
16  11, 2|    remains the same,~Tempted oft by female Rakshas in the
17  11, 2|     hath Sita stood,~Courted oft by royal Ravan in the forest