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Amieri staked, and lost, and staked again,

Drawn, fascinated, to his ruin fast,

Imploring fortune to his aid in vain,

Till, desperate, he staked all on one cast,

And lost--was ruined--and fell down as slain,

Life, fortune, seeming at a moment past,

Like gambling pledges raked from Earth's rich hoard

By Death's strong hand, whose gains are ne'er restored.

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