Book, Chapter

 1   1, 9|   DAY~Like a lordly tusker rising from a beauteous lotus lake,~
 2   2, 6| muttered whisper spake his rising rage and grief,~Sankha's
 3   3, 6| Death!"~Krishna spake; the rising red blood speaks each angry
 4   3, 7|  spread thy father's fame,~Rising by thy native virtue thou
 5   5, 6| our way is dark and long."~Rising as from happy slumber looked
 6   5, 6|   a distant gleam,~And the rising evening breezes help the
 7   8, 8|    war!"~And he dashed the rising tear-drop and his words
 8   9, 2|    foemen heaving like the rising tide,~And he faced the wrathful
 9   9, 2|    sounding shore,~Land of rising sun will hail him and his
10   9, 2| Bhagadatta fell!~Then with rising wrath and anguish Karna'
11   9, 3|  ear!~Moments passed; with rising anger quivered Arjun's iron