The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Setebos, Setebos, and Setebos!
‘Thinketh, He dwelleth i’ the cold o’ the moon.
‘Thinketh He made it, with the sun to match,
But not the stars; the stars came otherwise.
‘Caliban upon Setebos’ (1864) l. 22
‘Let twenty pass, and stone the twenty-first,
Loving not, hating not, just choosing so.
‘Caliban upon Setebos’ (1864) l. 102
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. ‘Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.’
‘Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came’ (1855) st. 34.
In the natural fog of the good man’s mind.
‘Christmas-Eve’ (1850) l. 226
The raree-show of Peter’s successor.
‘Christmas Eve’ (1850) l. 1242
For the preacher’s merit or demerit,
It were to be wished the flaws were fewer
In the earthen vessel, holding treasure
Which lies as safe in a golden ewer;
But the main thing is, does it hold good measure?
Heaven soon sets right all other matters!
‘Christmas Eve’ (1850) l. 1311
And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us to ignorance again.
‘Cleon’ (1855) l. 57
What is he buzzing in my ears?
‘Now that I come to die,
Do I view the world as a vale of tears?’
Ah, reverend sir, not I!
‘Confessions’ (1864) st. 1
We loved, sir—used to meet:
How sad and bad and mad it was—
But then, how it was sweet!
‘Confessions’ (1864) st. 9
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
‘A Death in the Desert’ (1864) l. 59
For I say, this is death and the sole death,
When a man’s loss comes to him from his gain,
Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance,