Book, Chapter

 1   1, 3 |    sightless monarch wise Vidura drew the scene,~Pritha proudly
 2   5, 5 |        bloodless, cold and dumb,~Drew the vital spark, purusha,
 3   8, 1 |        which the warlike archers drew,~And the neigh of battle
 4   8, 9 |     sorrow-laden proud Duryodhan drew his breath,~Wept the issue
 5   8, 10|         the helmet-wearing Arjun drew his mighty battle-car,~As
 6   9, 1 | assailant Arjun's son his weapon drew,~Interposing 'twixt the
 7   9, 1 |        beneath the shook!~Closer drew the watchful heroes and
 8   9, 1 |          reddened plain,~Evening drew her peaceful mantle o'er
 9   9, 2 |   chariot in the deathful battle drew,~Piebald horses trained
10   9, 4 |        night's depending curtain drew,~Long and shrill his sounding
11  10, 2 |        with the slain!"~Fiercely drew his bow Yudhishthir, fiercely
12  10, 2 |        er his livid face,~And he drew his godlike weapon with
13  10, 2 |    prowess then his famed Vijaya drew,~Faint Yudhishthir sorely
14  10, 2 |        with a warrior's instinct drew the dark and glistening
15  10, 2 |     elder, if a younger heedless drew his sinful sword,~But thy
16  10, 2 |         rugged brow,~Pardon if I drew my sabre 'gainst my duty
17  10, 2 |     fresh a father's ire!~And he drew his bow Gandiva, aimed his