Book, Chapter

 1   8, 3 |       cry of anguish midst the dying and the dead,~But the evening
 2   8, 8 |     warriors with the dead and dying lay.~But Gandhara's mounted
 3   8, 9 |      Still amidst the dead and dying moved his proud resistless
 4   8, 10|     Pandavs went where Bhishma dying lay,~Arjun wept as for a
 5   8, 10|   sorrowed round the great the dying chief!~Arjun's keen and
 6   8, 10| pointed arrows made the hero's dying bed,~And in soft and gentle
 7   8, 10|      breath,~List to Bhishma's dying counsel and revere the voice
 8   8, 10|        arrows Bhishma lone and dying lay,~Karna, though he loved
 9   8, 10|   lived in fame,~Gently to the dying Bhishma in the midnight
10   8, 10|        may fail,~Feeble are my dying accents and my parchéd lips
11   9, 2 |      resistless Drona o'er the dying and the dead!~One more prince
12   9, 2 |        by arrows trumpeted his dying wail,~Like a red and flaming
13   9, 3 |       went Abhimanyu midst the dying and the dead,~Shook from
14   9, 3 |     hatred sting them to their dying breath,~For they feared
15   9, 4 |       Arjun's chariot o'er the dying and the slain,~Fierce Duhsasan
16  10, 3 |        no favour even with his dying breath,~Unsubdued and still
17  10, 4 |        battle, proud Duryodhan dying lay,~But the slaughter of
18  10, 4 |      the fitful planets on the dying and the slain,~And the vengeful
19  10, 4 |   limpid waters lone Duryodhan dying lay,~And Duryodhan blessed