Book, Chapter

 1   3, 8 |      beast the water drunk,~'Tis some elephant, I pondered,
 2   6, 3 |   Lakshman hesitated still,~"Tis some deep deceitful Raksha
 3   6, 3 |  creatures haunt the green,~'Tis some maya and illusion,
 4   6, 4 | shall voice no dastard cry,~'Tis some trick of wily Rakshas
 5   7, 4 |    father's throne.~Listen! 'tis the month of Sravan, now
 6   8, 3 |         III - RAMA'S TOKEN~"'Tis no dream's deceitful whisper!"
 7  10, 2 |     to their warlike cries,~'Tis not thus the soldiers gather
 8  10, 2 |      a chief and hero dies,~'Tis not thus round lifeless
 9  10, 6 |     father seeks as spouse,~'Tis for Sita, impious Ravan
10  10, 7 |      wake the voice of war,~'Tis the fourteenth day auspicious
11  10, 12|    unto her consort go,~For 'tis writ that nations perish
12  11, 5 |      and righteous king!~And tis told by ancient sages, during