Book, Chapter

1   1, 5|     choicest gifts and honours pressed.~Brightly dawned the happy
2   2, 4|      need a prince's claims be pressed,~To a thoughtless heedless
3   3   |    Grief for the banished Rama pressed on the ancient heart of
4   4, 1|       the dames behind,~Onward pressed the eager Bharat, Rama's
5   5, 1| hermits on the wearied princes pressed.~"False the hermits," spake
6   5, 3|      leaves,~And the floor was pressed and levelled and the toilsome
7   6, 5|     Unto Sita's lonely cottage pressed the Raksha in his might,~
8  12, 5|      on earth is done,~And she pressed her heaving bosom, slow