Book, Chapter

 1   2, 5 | severed from the earth,~Like a fallen fair Apsara, beauteous nymph
 2  10, 7 |      thy son in battle slayed,~Fallen is our prince and hero and
 3  10, 7 |        weeps the son,~Youth is fallen, and the aged lives to fight
 4  10, 9 |        RAMA's LAMENT~"Art thou fallen," sorrowed Rama, "weary
 5  10, 9 |       sheathéd brand!~Art thou fallen, gallant Lakshman, death
 6  10, 12|        THE FUNERALS~"Hast thou fallen," wept in anguish Ravan'
 7  10, 12|    state and pride,~"Hast thou fallen, king and consort, more
 8  10, 12| funeral rites and honours to a fallen foeman due,~And they heaped
 9  10, 12|  sorrowing Rakshas round their fallen leader stood,~Brahmans with
10  11, 1 |       er the wave,~To assist a fallen woman and a tainted wife