SAIL................4 And cry'd, A sail! A sail! Ancyent Marinere III And cry'd, A sail! A sail! Ancyent Marinere III And all alone, set sail by silent moonlight Foster-Mother The impatient mariner the sail unfurl'd, Female Vagrant
SAIL'D..............2 Till noon we silently sail'd on Ancyent Marinere V Yet she sail'd softly too: Ancyent Marinere VI
SAILING.............1 I woke, and we were sailing on Ancyent Marinere VI
SAILOR..............1 Helpless as sailor cast on desart rock; Female Vagrant
SAILS...............7 Down dropt the breeze, the Sails dropt down, Ancyent Marinere II Are those her sails that glance in the Sun Ancyent Marinere III But with its sound it shook the sails Ancyent Marinere V The sails do sigh like sedge: Ancyent Marinere V It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on Ancyent Marinere V The sails at noon left off their tune Ancyent Marinere V "The planks look warp'd, and see those sails Ancyent Marinere VII
SAINT...............1 Sure my kind saint took pity on me, Ancyent Marinere IV
SAINTS..............1 "Oh saints! what is become of him? Idiot Boy
SAKE................1 More dear, both for themselves, and for thy sake. Tintern Abbey
SAME................7 How long in that same fit I lay, Ancyent Marinere V Till rising from the same, Ancyent Marinere VI Till rising from the same Ancyent Marinere VI 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Goody Blake 'Tis all the same with Harry Gill; Goody Blake By the same fire to boil their pottage, Goody Blake And that same pond of which I spoke, The Thorn
SAND-PIPER..........1 The stone-chat, or the glancing sand-piper; Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
SANK................3 The Albatross fell off, and sank Ancyent Marinere IV No voice; but O! the silence sank, Ancyent Marinere VI Upon the whirl, where sank the Ship, Ancyent Marinere VII
SATE................2 The wedding-guest sate on a stone, Ancyent Marinere I While in a grove I sate reclined, Lines in Early Spring
SAUNTERING..........1 "A little idle sauntering thing!" Idiot Boy
SAVAGE..............2 He lived and died among the savage men. Foster-Mother And savage faces, at the clanking hour[,] Dungeon
SAVANNAH............1 How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah, Foster-Mother
SAVE................3 "God save thee, ancyent Marinere! Ancyent Marinere I Jet-black and bare, save where with rust Ancyent Marinere III And all was still, save that the hill Ancyent Marinere VII
SAVED...............1 By one soft impulse saved from vacancy. Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
SAVES...............1 He saves for me my precious soul; Mad Mother
SAW................20 I saw a something in the Sky Ancyent Marinere III Seven days, seven nights I saw that curse, Ancyent Marinere IV I look'd far-forth, but little saw Ancyent Marinere VI But soon I saw that my own flesh Ancyent Marinere VI O Christ! what saw I there? Ancyent Marinere VI And I saw a boat appear. Ancyent Marinere VI I saw a third -- I heard his voice: Ancyent Marinere VI "I never saw aught like to them Ancyent Marinere VII I never saw the man whom you describe. Foster-Mother He was a woodman, and could fell and saw Foster-Mother I saw a cloud of palest hue, Lewti I saw a vapour in the sky, Lewti O that she saw me in a dream, Lewti The wild brood saw me weep, my fate enquired, Female Vagrant It caught his eye, he saw it plain -- Anecdote for Fathers I looked around, I thought I saw The Thorn I did not speak -- I saw her face, The Thorn He saw me, and he turned aside, Last of the Flock I waked, and saw my little boy, Mad Mother I saw the crackling flashes drive; Forsaken Indian
SAY................25 "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say Ancyent Marinere VII "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say Ancyent Marinere VII That when I loved him not I cannot say. Female Vagrant She wept; -- because she had no more to say Female Vagrant And all who see him say 'tis plain, Goody Blake But others say he's eighty. Simon Lee To say the least, four counties round Simon Lee What more I have to say is short, Simon Lee "Now, little Edward, say why so; Anecdote for Fathers And five times did I say to him, Anecdote for Fathers "You say that two at Conway dwell, We Are Seven In truth you'd find it hard to say, The Thorn So close, you'd say that they were bent The Thorn A cruel, cruel fire, they say, The Thorn They say, full six months after this, The Thorn I cannot think, whate'er they say, The Thorn I cannot tell; but some will say The Thorn Some say she drowned it in the pond, The Thorn Some say, if to the pond you go, The Thorn And I may say that many a time Last of the Flock "Sweet babe! They say that I am mad, Mad Mother The world will say 'tis very idle, Idiot Boy And then there's nobody to say Idiot Boy For I had many things to say. Forsaken Indian Unwearied in that service: rather say Tintern Abbey
