Book, Chapter

 1   1, 8 |       steal!"~Quivered Karna's lips in anger, word of answer
 2   3, 3 |        high!~He had heard from lips celestial in the heavenly
 3   3, 6 |       fingers shake,~And their lips they bite in anger, and
 4   4, 5 |  Drisad-vati's rill,~Fell from lips of saint Asita, words of
 5   5, 3 |    hath chosen that a maiden's lips confess,~True to him thy
 6   5, 4 |        her, from her husband's lips of love!~Still with thoughtful
 7   5, 4 |      in her bosom but her pale lips shaped no word,~And she
 8   5, 4 |      beating bosom, kissed his lips with panting breath,~Darker
 9   7, 4 |     thoughts to tell,~From his lips the words of wisdom with
10   7, 5 |    gentle accents taught their lips to lisp each name,~As thine
11   7, 5 |     message through my willing lips they send:~Tell our monarch,
12   7, 8 | pensive mind to tell,~From his lips serene and softly words
13   8, 10|   dying accents and my parchéd lips are pale,~Arjun beats not
14   9, 5 |    hast never faltered and thy lips have never lied,~Speak of
15  10, 2 |     anger 'scaped these sinful lips of mine,~Bitter was my shame
16  12    |      supposed to come from his lips on the solemn occasion of