The Duelists
The Star
Raleigh, North Carolina
October 11, 1810
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What is the honour that impels Th' ensanguin'd mind to murderous deeds? Why is it that the bosom swells To taste of pride the genuine meed? Can the vague pistol's bagrant arm Determine ought of right or wrong? As well might infamy to fame Guide virtue's sacred steps along. Then cease, O! cease this Gothic way, Which ignorance plann'd and vice has trod, Nor make, 'till God's appointed day, The last, the grand appeal to God. |
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