Book, Chapter

1   2, 4|   nursed him from thy gentle breast,~To a queen and to a mother
2   3, 7|  rule his loving men!~On her breast her arms she folded while
3   4, 3|  clasped her in their loving breast!~Torn from royal hall and
4   4, 5|    Bharat to his ever-loving breast,~And in voice of tuneful
5   4, 6|      held her on her ancient breast,~And in mother's tender
6   6, 2|    raged like madness in her breast,~Torn by anger strong as
7   6, 7| woman still he held upon his breast,~Vain his threat and vain
8  10, 7|      fell upon the monarch's breast,~Then a swelling rage and