Book, Chapter

1   1, 4|        brother, on my house to yield thy grace,~Hast thou made
2   2, 7|  lustre of their fate.~I would yield my life and fortune ere
3   3, 1|        the wilderness to rove,~Yield me one more tender token
4   6, 7| righteous Rama, duty bade thee yield thy throne,~Duty bids thee
5   9, 2| repentance Sita to his consort yield,~While his chieftains guard
6   9, 8|     the hermit's den,~Shall we yield to weary wand'rers, driven
7  10, 1|        forced by hidden foe to yield,~Rama and the powerless
8  10, 6|  empire, but thy Sita will not yield,~Deem not that the king
9  10, 6|     hies,~For the rights which yield him prowess, hide him in