O'er royal London, in luxuriant May, While lamps yet twinkled, dawning crept the day. Home from the hell the pale-eyed gamester steals; Home from the ball flash jaded Beauty's wheels; The lean grimalkin, who, since night began, Hath hymn'd to love amidst.
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