Book, Chapter

 1   2, 7 |       realm and wealth and life,~Blood of priest or wise preceptor
 2   2, 7 |         our noble strife,~In the blood of sinful Drupad we the
 3   2, 7 |         strong'~Fiereely bent on blood and vengeance blindly rose
 4   3, 6 |    Krishna spake; the rising red blood speaks each angry hero's
 5   6, 3 |         blade,~Thirsting for the blood of foemen and by cunning
 6   7, 2 |      plough,~Rose and spake, the blood of Vrishnis mantled o'er
 7   8, 2 |    chariot-driver, streaked with blood his godlike face.~Dauntless
 8   8, 8 |          not nigh?~But thy young blood calls for vengeance! noble
 9   8, 9 |    mighty host is vain,~Why with blood of friendly nations drench
10   8, 10|         slay,~Wherefore else the blood of nations hast thou poured
11   8, 10|  glistening lances drank the red blood of the brave!~Other warlike
12   8, 10|      Hatred dearer than his life blood in the vengeful Karna woke!~
13   9, 1 |         to Yudhishthir save o'er blood of Arjun shed!"~Morning
14   9, 1 |          Arjun's son,--~Father's blood and milk of mothers fired
15   9, 2 |      Ancient feud ran in the red blood of Panchala's chiefs of
16   9, 3 |        of peerless Arjun, in the blood of foemen drenched!~Drona
17   9, 3 |     fiery dart,~From the loss of blood Duhsasan fainted on his
18   9, 3 |           misty with the loss of blood,~Abhimanyu. wiped his forehead,
19   9, 3 |       shed their loving mothers' blood,~Stain the sacred bed of
20   9, 3 |   widowed shed her young heart's blood in tear!~
21  10, 2 |         drank his fiery foeman's blood!~Pale with anguish, wrathful
22  10, 2 |       for virtue not for valour! blood of thine I will not shed,~
23  10, 2 |       Par'su-Rama dyes in purple blood his course,~Like a snake
24  10, 2 |        in that chariot -driver's blood?"~"At a distance," Krishna
25  10, 2 |         glistening brand!~Sacred blood of king and elder would
26  10, 2 |          his life,~Pardon if the blood of anger mantled o'er this
27  10, 2 |        drank the valiant Arjun's blood,~Fierce and quick from his
28  10, 3 |          and fitful is thy star,~Blood enough of friendly nations
29  10, 3 |      ancient matrons say,~In our blood to wash her insult and her
30  10, 3 |       and insults we have given,~Blood alone can wash it, Kripa,
31  10, 3 |         the weapon in his heart,~Blood suffused his eye and nostril,
32  10, 4 |     blind with wounds and oozing blood,~Like two wild and warring
33  10, 4 |         and their faces ran with blood,~Neither won and neither
34  10, 4 |       courseth in the children's blood,~Drona slept and gallant
35  11, 2 | loathsome wings,~Feasting on the blood of warriors foul Pisachas
36  11, 3 |         her eye~Where her son in blood empurpled slept beneath
37  12, 3 |      purify the darkening stain,~Blood of warriors and of kinsmen