Book, Chapter

1   2, 4 |     their holy Brahman guise,~Pointed them to Valadeva, gazing
2   3    |   near modem Delhi, are still pointed out to the curious traveller.~
3   6, 4 |      greet,~Mark ye not these pointed arrows falling prone before
4   8, 1 | warrior though his darts were pointed well,~And dissevered from
5   8, 10|       chief!~Arjun's keen and pointed arrows made the hero's dying
6   8, 10|      their way,~On his bed of pointed arrows Bhishma lone and
7   9, 5 |      weapon and his shaft was pointed well,~And the priest and
8  10, 2 |       night,~And he threw his pointed lances like the summer's
9  10, 3 |       whistled and the lances pointed well,~Till with crashing