Book, Chapter

 1   1, 2|      slowly from their terror woke,~And with royal grace and
 2   1, 4| turret now the golden morning woke,~Dasa-ratha girt by courtiers
 3   1, 7|     bright the golden morning woke,~To his son the gentle Bharat,
 4   2, 6|       then in furious passion woke.~And his eyeballs flamed
 5   3, 5| darksome mantle spread.~Early woke the righteous Rama and to
 6   3, 7| eastern mountains stood,~Sita woke and gallant Lakshman, and
 7   9, 7|       from his wonted slumber woke,~Mightiest he of all the
 8  10, 2|  conquest of the foe,~Anguish woke in Sita's bosom and a dimness
 9  10, 4|      from his wonted slumbers woke,~Mightiest be of all the
10  10, 4|  Vanars with a vengeful anger woke,~Tore a rock from bed of
11  10, 7|     swelling rage and passion woke within his heaving chest,~