SONGS...............2 They answer and provoke each other's songs -- Nightingale Familiar with these songs, that with the night Nightingale
SOON...............14 But soon there breath'd a wind on me, Ancyent Marinere VI But soon I saw that my own flesh Ancyent Marinere VI He soon could write with the pen: and from that time, Foster-Mother Soon after they arrived in that new world, Foster-Mother Away it goes -- away so soon! Lewti And I believe that, soon as I began Female Vagrant But soon, with proud parade, the noisy drum Female Vagrant Untaught that soon such anguish must ensue, Female Vagrant What comfort Johnny soon will bring, Idiot Boy Quoth Betty "he will soon be here, Idiot Boy "But I shall soon be back again." Idiot Boy Too soon despair o'er me prevailed; Forsaken Indian Too soon my heartless spirit failed; Forsaken Indian Too soon, my friends, you went away; Forsaken Indian
SOOT................1 We had been choked with soot. Ancyent Marinere II
SOOTHE..............2 Soothe, gentle image! soothe my mind! Lewti Soothe, gentle image! soothe my mind! Lewti
SOOTHERS............1 All soothers of sense their soft virtue shall yield, Convict
SORE................3 Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold: Female Vagrant God cursed me in my sore distress, Last of the Flock And now the thought torments her sore, Idiot Boy
SORELY..............2 Right on their heads. My Lord was sorely frightened; Foster-Mother And sorely puzzled are the twain, Idiot Boy
SORROW..............5 Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit. Female Vagrant His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow, Goody Blake And what if he must die in sorrow! Near Richmond Tis sorrow enough on that visage to gaze, Convict The silence of sorrow it seems to supply, Convict
SORROWS.............3 Of his own sorrows) he and such as he Nightingale May know his freezing sorrows more. Near Richmond "Is come as a brother thy sorrows to share. Convict
SORT................1 But life of happier sort to me pourtrayed, Female Vagrant
SOUGHT..............7 For books in every neighboring house I sought, Female Vagrant The swans, that when I sought the water-side, Female Vagrant We sought a home where we uninjured might abide. Female Vagrant The lanes I sought, and as the sun retired, Female Vagrant With spades they would have sought. The Thorn I've sought thy father far and wide. Mad Mother Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then Tintern Abbey
SOUL...............23 And an it were a Christian Soul, Ancyent Marinere I And every soul it pass'd me by, Ancyent Marinere III My soul in agony. Ancyent Marinere IV That slid into my soul. Ancyent Marinere V "My body and soul to be still." Ancyent Marinere V I heard and in my soul discern'd Ancyent Marinere V He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away Ancyent Marinere VI O Wedding-guest! this soul hath been Ancyent Marinere VII Poor old Leoni! -- Angels rest his soul! Foster-Mother No common soul. In youth, by genius nurs'd, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And with the food of pride sustained his soul Yew-Tree near Esthwaite His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Nightingale And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth. Female Vagrant The human soul that through me ran; Lines in Early Spring Circled with evil, till his very soul Dungeon He saves for me my precious soul; Mad Mother There's scarce a soul that's out of bed; Idiot Boy Her life and soul were buried. Idiot Boy "There's not a single soul abroad." Idiot Boy And like the very soul of evil, Idiot Boy Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, Near Richmond In body, and become a living soul: Tintern Abbey The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Tintern Abbey
SOULS...............2 Their souls did from their bodies fly, -- Ancyent Marinere III We'll frame the measure of our souls, Lines near my House
SOUND..............12 But with its sound it shook the sails Ancyent Marinere V Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Ancyent Marinere V Ne sound ne motion made: Ancyent Marinere VI And strait a sound was heard! Ancyent Marinere VII Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound, Ancyent Marinere VII Was telling of the sound. Ancyent Marinere VII And one low piping sound more sweet than all -- Nightingale Who, capable of no articulate sound, Nightingale No man like him the horn could sound, Simon Lee And thence full many a sound she hears, Idiot Boy The streams with softest sound are flowing, Idiot Boy How calm! how still! the only sound Near Richmond
