Canto

1    11|  traitor lord,~He never will unceasing war forbear,~Waged with
2    19|      with the mail,~And with unceasing hope of comfort fed~Master
3    30| Mount Alban bore.~This while unceasing tears the lady shed,~Nor,
4    43|   She, seeing that her tears unceasing flow,~And that of long lament
5    46|   down~His cheeks, the tears unceasing ran, and through~The passion
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