Book, Chapter

 1   5, 3|     palace, darksome was his weary way,~Holy vows assumed the
 2   5, 4| drops stood on his forehead, weary was his aching head,~Faint
 3   5, 5|     Turn, Savitri, faint and weary, follow not in fruitless
 4   5, 5| monarch YAMA go!"~"Faint nor weary is Savitri," so the noble
 5   5, 6|     thy footsteps,--long and weary is our way,--~By the fire
 6   7, 1|    word Yudhishthir hath his weary exile passed,~Twelve long
 7   7, 3|      lord,~Past his years of weary exile, now he claims his
 8   8, 1|     Pandu held their sad and weary way!~
 9   8, 8|     When the wounded and the weary with the dead and lying
10   9, 3|    without Abhimanyu is this weary world to roam!~And oh! cheerless
11   9, 4|      radiance lent,~Long and weary was the passage, Arjun's
12   9, 4|      alight,~Rest awhile the weary horses, Krishna, I will
13  10, 3|   Like a summer-driéd river, weary waste of and sand,~Lost