Book, Chapter

 1   3, 6|      rishi pond'ring well,~"Is a lonely hill and jungle where some
 2   5, 1|      protection in this hermit's lonely den!~Homely fare and jungle
 3   6, 1|       their sway,~Wherefore in a lonely cottage in this darksome
 4   6, 3|          forest, hunting in this lonely glen,~Oft waylaid by artful
 5   6, 5|      vessel bore.~And he came to lonely Sita, for each warlike chief
 6   6, 5|        of anchorite,~Unto Sita's lonely cottage pressed the Raksha
 7   6, 5|    pearly sheen!~Lighting up the lonely cottage, Sita sat in radiance
 8   6, 5|      streaks of silver fills the lonely midnight sky,~Lighting up
 9   6, 6|         jungles we have held our lonely way.~This, O pious-hearted
10   9, 5|        thy foemen by the ocean's lonely shore,~Rama and his hermit
11  12, 1| SACRIFICE~Years have passed; the lonely Rama in his joyless palace