Book, Chapter

 1   1, 1 |        lords and courtiers all:~"Mark the gallant princes, monarch,
 2   1, 1 |          light,~Happier men will mark the tourney and the peerless
 3   1, 4 |        sankha's festive strain!~"Mark! the gallant son of Pandu,
 4   1, 4 |      whom the happy Pritha bore,~Mark! the heir of INDRA'S valour,
 5   1, 4 |  matchless in his arms and lore,~Mark! the warrior young and valiant,
 6   1, 4 |   peerless in his skill of arms,~Mark! the prince of stainless
 7   1, 4 | well-aimed arrows on this moving mark he laid,~And with equal
 8   1, 9 |       they say, in days of yore!~Mark the great and gallant Karna
 9   2, 2 |         Brahmans versed in lore,~Mark proud Drupad'sa wealth and
10   2, 3 |        proclaims to all around:~"Mark this bow, assembled monarchs,
11   2, 8 |       inner thoughts expressed:~"Mark that youth with bow and
12   2, 8 |         warrior midst the great,~Mark his mate, with tree uprooted
13   6, 3 |       shalt find upon this sami, mark my words which never fail,~
14   6, 3 |       wrappings duly laid,~Now I mark them all suspended, horrent,
15   6, 3 |       Joyously responded Arjun: "Mark this bow embossed with gold.~'
16   6, 3 |      with gems and jewels bright~Mark again these thousand arrows,
17   6, 4 |        my ear its accents greet,~Mark ye not these pointed arrows
18   6, 4 |   gallant prince advances! Now I mark his form and face,~Issuing
19   6, 4 |        speed and instant fight:~"Mark ye, chieftains, gallant
20   7, 1 |       the good Yudhishthir move!~Mark again the sleepless anger
21   7, 5 |  slaughter not thy kith and kin,~Mark not, king, thy closing winters
22   7, 7 |       conquers, and brave Arjun! mark these deathless words of
23   7, 10|        chiefs and Kuru's monarch mark Duryodhan for your hate,~
24   9, 3 |          crest,~Doth the crimson mark of sabre decorate that manly
25  11, 2 |         Krishna thus she spoke:~"Mark my unconsoléd daughters,
26  11, 2 |        still with arrows filled!~Mark the unforgotten heroes,
27  11, 2 |         perch the birds of prey,~Mark they great unconquered heroes
28  11, 2 |          wolves upon them feast!~Mark the kings, on softest cushion
29  11, 2 |        hard and reddened ground,~Mark the youths who morn and
30  11, 3 |     Krishna, O that I were dead!~Mark Duryodhan's noble widow,
31  11, 3 |          son and grandson slain?~Mark again Duryodhan's widow,
32  12    |        it was considered a tacit mark of submission to the owner