Book, Chapter

 1   1, 7|   faces and they waved their hands on high,~And they raised
 2   2, 1|  part of Dasa-ratha like his hands and arms of might,~But of
 3   3, 2|     fell the jungle, and his hands shall rear the home!~Grant
 4   3, 3|    obeisance due,~Spake with hands in meekness folded Rama
 5   3, 8| whose red blood Dasa-ratha's hands defiled!~And the father
 6   3, 8|   and king is slain!~Lay thy hands on mine, Kausalya, wipe
 7   3, 8| dying husband's ear,~Lay thy hands on mine, Sumitra, vision
 8   4, 3|     soft and sweet,~And with hands in meekness folded bent
 9   4, 5|  shook,~Till. once more with hands conjoinéd Bharat to his
10   7, 4|    hill of gold,~Clasped his hands in due obeisance, spake
11   9, 9|   craven-hearted by my royal hands had bled!"~