STEPS...............2
   And now across this moor my steps I bend --              Female Vagrant
   "Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,             We Are Seven


STERTE..............1
   A gust of wind sterte up behind                          Ancyent Marinere III


STICK...............3
   A pile before-hand, wood or stick,                       Goody Blake
   Stick after stick did Goody pull,                        Goody Blake
   Stick after stick did Goody pull,                        Goody Blake


STICKS..............1
   And kneeling on the sticks, she pray'd                   Goody Blake


STIFF...............2
   They lifted up their stiff right arms,                   Ancyent Marinere VI
   All stiff with ice the ashes lie;                        Forsaken Indian


STIFLED.............1
   And almost stifled with her bliss,                       Idiot Boy


STILL..............58
   But still he holds the wedding-guest --                  Ancyent Marinere I
   The wedding guest stood still                            Ancyent Marinere I
   And the good south wind still blew behind,               Ancyent Marinere II
   And still it ner'd and ner'd;                            Ancyent Marinere III
   Her flesh makes the still air cold.                      Ancyent Marinere III
   A still and awful red.                                   Ancyent Marinere IV
   And still my body drank.                                 Ancyent Marinere V
   It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on                   Ancyent Marinere V
   "My body and soul to be still."                          Ancyent Marinere V
   And the Ship stood still also.                           Ancyent Marinere V
   "Still as a Slave before his Lord,                       Ancyent Marinere VI
   Still louder and more dread:                             Ancyent Marinere VII
   And all was still, save that the hill                    Ancyent Marinere VII
   The beauty still more beauteous. Nor, that time,         Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   Can still suspect, and still revere himself,             Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   Can still suspect, and still revere himself,             Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still,              Nightingale
   In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still               Nightingale
   On blosmy twig still swinging from the breeze,           Nightingale
   Still brighter and more bright it grew,                  Lewti
   We seemed still more and more to prize each other:       Female Vagrant
   Recovery came with food: but still, my brain             Female Vagrant
   Of feet still bustling round with busy glee,             Female Vagrant
   And ear still busy on its nightly watch,                 Female Vagrant
   Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brooding still. Female Vagrant
   Chatter, chatter, chatter still.                         Goody Blake
   His teeth they chatter, chatter still.                   Goody Blake
   His teeth they chatter, chatter still.                   Goody Blake
   Yet still his jaws and teeth they clatter,               Goody Blake
   His teeth they chatter, chatter still.                   Goody Blake
   And still there's something in the world                 Simon Lee
   For still, the more he works, the more                   Simon Lee
   With coldness still returning.                           Simon Lee
   While still I held him by the arm,                       Anecdote for Fathers
   'Twas throwing words away; for still                     We Are Seven
   Or frosty air is keen and still,                         The Thorn
   "Or frosty air is keen and still,                        The Thorn
   And she was happy, happy still                           The Thorn
   But all do still aver                                    The Thorn
   Another still! and still another!                        Last of the Flock
   Another still! and still another!                        Last of the Flock
   But still be true 'till I am dead,                       Mad Mother
   My little babe! thy lips are still,                      Mad Mother
   Is not more still and mute than he.                      Idiot Boy
   And Betty's still at Susan's side:                       Idiot Boy
   And Betty's still at Susan's side.                       Idiot Boy
   "Alas! I should have had him still,                      Idiot Boy
   Are shouting to each other still:                        Idiot Boy
   And still and mute, in wonder lost,                      Idiot Boy
   Though yet their tongues were still.                     Idiot Boy
   Her body still grew better.                              Idiot Boy
   And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,                Near Richmond
   How calm! how still! the only sound                      Near Richmond
   "We cannot bid the ear be still;                         Expostulation
   "But we must still be seeking?                           Expostulation
   Still blackens and grows on his view.                    Convict
   The still, sad music of humanity,                        Tintern Abbey
   And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still       Tintern Abbey


STIR................6
   But in a minute she 'gan stir                            Ancyent Marinere V
   These things just served to stir the torpid sense,       Female Vagrant
   "The little pond to stir?"                               The Thorn
   Before their eyes began to stir;                         The Thorn
   The little birds began to stir,                          Idiot Boy
   Of joyless day-light; when the fretful stir              Tintern Abbey


STIRR'D.............2
   They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose,             Ancyent Marinere V
   In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,             Female Vagrant