Book, Chapter

 1   2, 1|   Panchala's princess fair,--~Human mother never bore her, human
 2   2, 1|  Human mother never bore her, human bosom never fed,~From the
 3   4, 2|       lord,~Sin nor shame nor human frailty staims Yudhishthir'
 4   5, 3|     all his grace,~Fault that human power nor effort, rite nor
 5   5, 5|     purusha, smaller than the human thumb,~In his noose the
 6   5, 5|    him I go!~Fourfold are our human duties: first to study holy
 7   6   |       in a tree, wrapped like human corpses to frighten away
 8   8, 1|     Death's resistless flail,~Human chiefs nor bright Immortals
 9   8, 2|      speechless wonder on the human chiefs from high!~While
10 End   |     the fair Immortal! Her no human mother bore,~Sprung from
11 End   | Sprung from altar as Draupadi human shape for thee she wore,~
12 Epi   |       different stages of the human life were included for the
13 Epi   |     in the portraiture of the human character,-not in torment
14 Epi   |       as in Shakespeare,--but human character in its calm dignity
15 Epi   |      of Ulysses; unmatched in human wisdom, ever striving for
16 Epi   |     has done for the cause of human knowledge and human civilisation
17 Epi   |  cause of human knowledge and human civilisation is a matter
18 Epi   |    religion of a third of the human race. For the rest, the