Canto

1    16| chasing, now in flight, the self-same crowd;~And here some wight,
2    28|     putting on the king the self-same scorn,~Again beheld that
3    28|  Lady, from his breast.~The self-same grief sate heavy on his
4    44|    The sandy desert, by the self-same track,~Through which he
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