Book, Chapter

 1   1, 7|       regions gladsome held his onward way.~Rama with a pious duty,--
 2   3, 5|   endless journey, weary is our onward way!"~Store of grass and
 3   3, 5|     wood and jungle Rama in his onward way,~For a monarch meek
 4   4, 1| loitered with the dames behind,~Onward pressed the eager Bharat,
 5   7, 5|       prospect as they cloud my onward path,~Dubious is my darksome
 6  10, 1|  fiercer in the gloom of night!~Onward came resistless Rakshas,
 7  10, 3|   vainly did with trees assail,~Onward sped the conquering Ravan,
 8  10, 3|     rolled upon the gory plain.~Onward rolled the car of Ravan,
 9  10, 3|         red blood of his heart.~Onward through the scattered forces
10  10, 8|         flight,~Cleft it in its onward passage, saved Bibhishan