Book, Chapter

 1   3, 8| wound,~Ah! too deadly was my arrow and like hissing cobra fell,~
 2   3, 8|  cried,~And I drew the fatal arrow, and the holy hermit died!~
 3   3, 8|   trunk,~And I sent my fatal arrow on the unknown, unseen prey,~
 4   4, 2|   With the men who shoot the arrow and who drive the flying
 5   7, 3|    of deadly poison flew his arrow swift and low,~Wingéd dwellers
 6   7, 3|   and bleeding by that fatal arrow fell!~
 7   9, 4|   feet,~Rock and javelin and arrow we shall on our foemen hail,~
 8   9, 7| ample quiver shall no second arrow send,~Ere I slay him in
 9   9, 9|      kind,~Not by javelin or arrow,--little for these arms
10  10, 3| shooting sunbeams cleft each arrow as it came.~Bleeding from
11  10, 4|    at every stroke,~Last, an arrow pierced his armour, from
12  10, 6|   pierced and lifeless by an arrow from his bow.~Indrajit arose