Book, Chapter

 1   1, 8|  forehead, fresh and loving tear-drops shed!~Is he soil of chariot-driver?
 2   4, 6|    daughter, lot a mother's tear-drops move,~Grant me mercy, kind
 3   5, 4|   Pale with fast and unseen tear-drops, lonesome nights Savitri
 4   5, 4|  other day be done,"~Unshed tear-drops filled her eyelids, glistened
 5   5, 6|   speaking softly wiped the tear-drops dry:~"Trust me, husband,
 6   7, 9|     DHRITA-RASHTRA'S SPEECH~Tear-drops filled his sightless eyeballs,
 7   9, 3| love!"~Softly and with many tear-drops did the sad Yudhishthir
 8   9, 3|   the flaming pyre!"~Softer tear-drops wept the mother, joyless
 9   9, 4|    furious progress stayed,~Tear-drops filled the eye of Arjun
10  11, 3|     her dearer son,~And the tear-drops of the mother choke the
11  12, 5| name.~Last of all with many tear-drops Krishna mounts his lofty