Book, Chapter

1   2, 3|         sounding ocean when the full moon lights the sky,~And
2   3   |         with naked feet, treads full of pious awe."~Grief for
3   3, 7|         cock sounds its clarion full and clear,~And from flowering
4   4, 2|  fruitful mother, be thy empire full of might!"~Weeping, weeping,
5   6, 3|    wondrous fair,~On a shape so full of beauty, decked with tints
6   9, 9| relations!-false and faithless, full of guile,~How they sorrow
7  10, 7|  Indrajit, where art thou gone!~Full of years,--so oft I pondered,--