Book, Chapter

 1   2, 3|      the midnight dark might rival splendour of the noonday
 2   2, 4|   Smiles in joy when prouder rival triumphs in the race of
 3   2, 4| jealous, dreads thy Bharat's rival claim,~Younger Lakshman
 4   2, 4|    too near and closely by a rival brother's throne,~Rama hath
 5   2, 4|     bond-slave must upon her rival wait!~Wilt thou do her due
 6   5, 4|  cars and forces 'gainst the rival and the foe!~Southwards
 7   6, 2|     my honoured wife,~With a rival loved and cherished cruel
 8   6, 2|      woodland grove,~With no rival to thy passion seek his
 9   6, 2|  slays thy consort, bears no rival in her path!"~Fawn-eyed
10  10, 6|      Either warrior felt his rival worthy of his bow and dart,~