The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
‘Ode on Solitude’ (written c.1700, when aged about twelve)
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
‘Ode on Solitude’ (written c.1700)
Where’er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade:
Where’er you tread, the blushing flow’rs shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
‘Pastorals’ (1709) ‘Summer’ l. 73
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;
To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,
Live o’er each scene, and be what they behold:
For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.
Prologue to Addison’s Cato (1713) l. 1
What dire offence from am’rous causes springs,
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
‘The Rape of the Lock’ (1714) canto 1, l. 1
Now lap-dogs give themselves the rousing shake,
And sleepless lovers, just at twelve, awake.
‘The Rape of the Lock’ (1714) canto 1, l. 15
With varying vanities, from ev’ry part,
They shift the moving toyshop of their heart.
‘The Rape of the Lock’ (1714) canto 1, l. 99
Here files of pins extend their shining rows,
Puffs, powders, patches, bibles, billet-doux.
‘The Rape of the Lock’ (1714) canto 1, l. 137
Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike,
And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
‘The Rape of the Lock’ (1714) canto 2, l. 13
If to her share some female errors fall,
Look on her face, and you’ll forget ’em all.
‘The Rape of the Lock’ (1714) canto 2, l. 17
Fair tresses man’s imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
‘The Rape of the Lock’ (1714) canto 2, l. 27