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Thomas Hood

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Each cloud-capt mountain is a holy altar;
An organ breathes in every grove;
And the full heart 's a Psalter,
Rich in deep hymn of gratitude and love.
--
Ode to Rae Wilson; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
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That fierce thing They call a conscience.
--
Lamia, Scene vii; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

 
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