SOB.................1 They lengthen out the tremulous sob, Idiot Boy
SOBBED..............1 Sobbed like a child -- it almost broke his heart: Foster-Mother
SOBER...............2 Yet often she was sober sad The Thorn Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind Tintern Abbey
SOBS................2 And I with sobs did pray -- Ancyent Marinere VI Suspends his sobs, and laughs most silently, Nightingale
SOD.................1 That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
SOFT................9 As soft as honey-dew: Ancyent Marinere V "Thy soft response renewing -- Ancyent Marinere VI But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet, Foster-Mother Yet, if the wind breathe soft, the curling waves, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite By one soft impulse saved from vacancy. Yew-Tree near Esthwaite O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still, Nightingale -- For weeks the balmy air breathed soft and mild, Female Vagrant Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Dungeon All soothers of sense their soft virtue shall yield, Convict
SOFTER..............1 The other was a softer voice Ancyent Marinere V
SOFTEST.............2 The leaves that make the softest bed: Mad Mother The streams with softest sound are flowing, Idiot Boy
SOFTLY..............3 Softly she was going up Ancyent Marinere IV Yet she sail'd softly too: Ancyent Marinere VI He softly creeps -- 'Tis Goody Blake, Goody Blake
SOLD................2 Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold: Female Vagrant I sold a sheep as they had said, Last of the Flock
SOLE................1 He is the sole survivor. Simon Lee
SOLEMN..............1 How bright, how solemn, how serene! Near Richmond
SOLITARY............1 Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; Tintern Abbey
SOLITUDE............3 In solitude. -- Stranger! these gloomy boughs Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And friendless solitude, groaning and tears Dungeon If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Tintern Abbey
SOME...............22 And some in dreams assured were Ancyent Marinere II Like waters shot from some high crag, Ancyent Marinere V -- But some night-wandering Man, whose heart was pierc'd Nightingale In most distressful mood (some inward pain Nightingale Your movements to some heav'nly tune! Lewti Peaceful as some immeasurable plain Female Vagrant Some mighty gulph of separation past, Female Vagrant Some silent laws our hearts may make, Lines near my House Some tale will be related. Simon Lee "There surely must some reason be Anecdote for Fathers 'Tis now some two and twenty years, The Thorn But some remember well, The Thorn Some plainly living voices were, 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 some had sworn an oath that she The Thorn I thought he knew some ill of me. Last of the Flock "He's not as wise as some folks be," Idiot Boy Some other loiterer beguiling. Near Richmond With some uncertain notice, as might seem, Tintern Abbey Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire Tintern Abbey
SOMETHING...........9 I saw a something in the Sky Ancyent Marinere III To something more than nature in the grove) Nightingale And still there's something in the world Simon Lee You something of her tale may trace. The Thorn It loosens something at my chest; Mad Mother Through his whole body something ran, Forsaken Indian A most strange something did I see; Forsaken Indian Flying from something that he dreads, than one Tintern Abbey Of something far more deeply interfused, Tintern Abbey
SOMETIMES...........2 Sometimes a dropping from the sky Ancyent Marinere V Sometimes all little birds that are Ancyent Marinere V
SOMEWHAT............2 The Doctor, looking somewhat grim, Idiot Boy And somewhat of a sad perplexity, Tintern Abbey
SON.................3 The body of my brother's son Ancyent Marinere V He has no son, he has no child, Simon Lee "A last leave of my son, a mariner, Old Man Travelling
SONG................9 And now it is like an angel's song Ancyent Marinere V Who sung a doleful song about green fields, Foster-Mother And hark! the Nightingale begins its song, Nightingale Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song Nightingale A venerable thing! and so his song Nightingale And to that motion tune his wanton song, Nightingale 'Mid the green mountains many and many a song Female Vagrant And with the owls began my song, Idiot Boy And pray that never child of Song Near Richmond
