Book, Chapter

1   1, 1 |    fraud and stealth!~And they wore the gem and earring, wreath
2   1, 1 |    Proud despiser of the lowly wore not insults in their frown,~
3   1, 7 |     within her bosom though he wore a form apart,~Rama in a
4   3, 6 |        bark and matted tresses wore like anchorites of old.~
5   6, 3 |   beauty now the deep Maricha, wore,~Golden tints upon his haunches,
6   6, 5 |         sandals on his feet he wore.~And depending from his
7   8, 4 |      this sweet memorial, Sita wore it on her head,~And her
8   8, 4 |     bride and consort, she who wore it on her brow,~Stands again
9  10, 11| warriors in their fiery frenzy wore,~And a deeper weight of