Book, Chapter

 1   3   |    old sad story told by the dying monarch.~The portions translated
 2   3, 8| smote a voice of human wail,~Dying voice of lamentation rose
 3   3, 8|     voice the hermit, and in dying accents said:~'What offence,
 4   3, 8|     of my danger, could they dying breath recall,~Can the tall
 5   3, 8|    spot I witnessed,-there a dying hermit lay!~From his pierced
 6   3, 8|  faithful son,~Ah! forgive a dying father and a cruel action
 7   3, 8|     s consoling accents to a dying husband's ear,~Lay thy hands
 8   6, 3|    accents uttered forth his dying cry:~"Speed, my faithful
 9   6, 6|    of deadly cobra while his dying victim bleeds,~Aye, uproot
10   7, 3|      encounter even with his dying breath,~Insult from a foe,
11   8, 1|   smoke-enshrouded red fire, dying with a feeble spark,~Like
12  10, 1|      sable midnight with the dying shriek and yell!~Dust arose
13  10, 1|    coursers and the tuskers' dying wail,~And the yell of wounded
14  10, 2|    brave,~For when falls the dying helmsman, sinks the vessel
15  10, 5|      slain,~And the dead and dying warriors strewed the gory
16  11, 1|      wedded consort cast her dying looks of love!~"If in act
17 Epi   |    the heart and home of his dying father is one of the most