Book, Chapter

1   6, 2|   sword the wrathful warrior cleft her nose and either ear,~
2   6, 6|   head,~Press thy red tongue cleft and bleeding on the razor'
3  10, 3|      the vigour of the onset cleft the stunned and scattered
4  10, 3| darts like shooting sunbeams cleft each arrow as it came.~Bleeding
5  10, 6|      thy Sita, Indrajit hath cleft in twain,~While our army
6  10, 7|    dies to-day,~Indrajit but cleft her image, Ravan will the
7  10, 8|  winged its whizzing flight,~Cleft it in its onward passage,