Book, Chapter

1   1, 5|     Blessed with every very manly virtue, peerless, dauntless,
2   4, 3|   Bhishma wiped his old and manly eye.~Madness seized the
3   5, 4| accents prayed,~As upon his manly bosom gently she her forehead
4   5, 6|    sorrow trickled down his manly eye,~Pond Savitri sweetly
5   7, 6|    broke,~Bhishma wiped his manly eyelids and to proud Duryodhan
6   9, 3| mark of sabre decorate that manly breast?~Rend Subhadra's
7  10, 2|  the mandate high,~Tears of manly sorrow trickled from his
8  10, 2|  Arjun, darkness dimmed his manly eye,~Pale and breathless
9  10, 3|   warrior's eyelids and his manly bosom bled:~"Leaderless