Book, Chapter

 1   1, 2|      kings had tried in vain~Drew the cord with force resistless
 2   1, 7|      as their righteous king drew nigh.~Greeted by his loving
 3   3, 4| round their fainting monarch drew,~And they spake to Dasa-ratha: "
 4   3, 8|  wounded hermit cried,~And I drew the fatal arrow, and the
 5   3, 8|  bosom then the cruel dart I drew,~And he sorrowed for his
 6   6, 5|       robed in sylvan russet drew,~Wearing wreath of fragrant
 7  10, 3|   anger, wounded sore,~Ravan drew at last his Sakti, gift
 8  10, 6|     o'er the earth and ocean drew,~Forcing through the gates
 9  10, 6|   than human valour Lakshman drew his bow amain,~Slayed the
10  10, 6|       Lakahman uttered as he drew,~Fatal was the dart unerring,--
11 Epi   |     and gifts to the learned drew together the most renowned