Book, Chapter
1 1, 6| Angry word is coward's weapon, Arjun, speak with arrows
2 1, 7| Princes may not draw their weapon 'gainst a base and nameless
3 2, 2| chieftain might not bend the weapon low,~And he made a whirling
4 2, 5| above,~Strove to string the weapon vainly, tough unbending
5 2, 5| And he went and strung the weapon, fixed the arrows gallantly,~
6 2, 6| Silent round the wondrous weapon thrice the mighty warrior
7 2, 7| Strong as death with deadly weapon, facing all his foes he
8 3, 6| And beneath this vengeful weapon Sisupala now shall quail!"~
9 4, 3| battle's red arena with his weapon, deathful, dire!"~Red fire
10 5 | blessings and the pasupata weapon. Arjun then went to INDRA'
11 6, 3| Whose this second ponderous weapon stout and massive in the
12 6, 3| Fourth, a long and beauteous weapon glittering sable in its
13 6, 3| archer Arjun kindly gods this weapon sent,~And the confines of
14 6, 3| Next, this mighty ponderous weapon worked with elephants of
15 6, 3| Tis Yudhishthir's royal weapon by the noblest artists made,~
16 6, 4| Arjun twanged his mighty weapon, blew his far-resounding
17 7, 3| Ancient Drupad wields his weapon peerless in the field of
18 8, 3| Arjun lives, O chieftain! weapon of thy wrath withhold!~By
19 8, 3| thunder of his car,~And his weapon's fearful accents rose terrific
20 9, 1| assailant Arjun's son his weapon drew,~Interposing 'twixt
21 9, 3| the young prince reft of weapon and deprived of steel and
22 9, 5| Wherefore wields he not his weapon as he wields the loaded
23 9, 5| Dhrista-dyumna bent his weapon and his shaft was pointed
24 10, 2| of Karna his destructive weapon laid!~Yet I own, O king
25 10, 2| And he drew his godlike weapon with a more than godlike
26 10, 2| But thy best to yield my weapon stung my soul to bitter
27 10, 2| With his mended warlike weapon now the angry Arjun stood,~
28 10, 3| curse of Brahman sank the weapon in his heart,~Blood suffused
29 10, 4| Bhima, and he raised his weapon high,~With a foul attack
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