SUSAN'S.............6
   And Betty, now at Susan's side,                          Idiot Boy
   And Betty's still at Susan's side:                       Idiot Boy
   She sits, as if in Susan's fate                          Idiot Boy
   And Susan's growing worse and worse,                     Idiot Boy
   And Betty's still at Susan's side.                       Idiot Boy
   That God poor Susan's life would spare,                  Idiot Boy


SUSPECT.............1
   Can still suspect, and still revere himself,             Yew-Tree near Esthwaite


SUSPECTED...........1
   Now Harry he had long suspected                          Goody Blake


SUSPEND.............1
   For him suspend the dashing oar,                         Near Richmond


SUSPENDED...........2
   The dripping of the oar suspended!                       Near Richmond
   Almost suspended, we are laid asleep                     Tintern Abbey


SUSPENDS............1
   Suspends his sobs, and laughs most silently,             Nightingale


SUSTAIN.............2
   Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain            Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   She hardly can sustain her fears;                        Idiot Boy


SUSTAINED...........1
   And with the food of pride sustained his soul            Yew-Tree near Esthwaite


SWAM................2
   They coil'd and swam; and every track                    Ancyent Marinere IV
   While his fair eyes that swam with undropt tears         Nightingale


SWANS...............2
   As those two swans together heave                        Lewti
   The swans, that when I sought the water-side,            Female Vagrant


SWAY................1
   And cottage after cottage owned its sway,                Female Vagrant


SWEAR...............1
   And others, I've heard many swear,                       The Thorn


SWEAT...............1
   The cold sweat melted from their limbs,                  Ancyent Marinere IV


SWEEP...............2
   Beat round, to sweep the streets of want and pain.       Female Vagrant
   Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep,          Female Vagrant


SWEEPS..............1
   It sweeps from vale to vale;                             The Thorn


SWEET..............34
   But no sweet Bird did follow                             Ancyent Marinere II
   Sweet sounds rose slowly thro' their mouths              Ancyent Marinere V
   Around, around, flew each sweet sound,                   Ancyent Marinere V
   With their sweet jargoning,                              Ancyent Marinere V
   How loudly his sweet voice he rears!                     Ancyent Marinere VII
   That joined your names with mine! O my sweet lady,       Foster-Mother
   But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet,            Foster-Mother
   How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah,              Foster-Mother
   'Tis a sweet tale:                                       Foster-Mother
   Nature's sweet voices always full of love                Nightingale
   And one low piping sound more sweet than all --          Nightingale
   Sweet Nightingale! once more, my friends! farewell.      Nightingale
   That on his marriage-day sweet music made?               Female Vagrant
   And often, viewing their sweet smiles, I sighed,         Female Vagrant
   The silent sea. From the sweet thoughts of home,         Female Vagrant
   In the sweet shire of Cardigan,                          Simon Lee
   "Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm                  Anecdote for Fathers
   "Sweet Maid, how this may be?"                           We Are Seven
   In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts                Lines in Early Spring
   Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower,             Lines in Early Spring
   As sweet a flock as ever grazed!                         Last of the Flock
   "Sweet babe! They say that I am mad,                     Mad Mother
   Without me my sweet babe would die.                      Mad Mother
   'Tis thine, sweet baby, there to rest:                   Mad Mother
   If his sweet boy he could forsake,                       Mad Mother
   "Oh dear, dear pony! my sweet joy!                       Idiot Boy
   Who would not cherish dreams so sweet,                   Near Richmond
   When life was sweet I knew not why,                      Expostulation
   His first sweet evening yellow.                          Tables Turned
   How sweet his music; on my life                          Tables Turned
   Sweet is the lore which nature brings;                   Tables Turned
   With a sweet inland murmur.[4]                           Tintern Abbey
   In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,                 Tintern Abbey
   For all sweet sounds and harmonies; Oh! then,            Tintern Abbey


SWEETER.............4
   O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,                       Ancyent Marinere VII
   'Tis sweeter far to me                                   Ancyent Marinere VII
   And nothing to my mind a sweeter pleasure brought.       Female Vagrant
   Each minute sweeter than before,                         Lines near my House


SWEETEST............1
   I'll teach my boy the sweetest things;                   Mad Mother


SWEETLY.............2
   Sweetly, sweetly, blew the breeze --                     Ancyent Marinere VI
   Sweetly, sweetly, blew the breeze --                     Ancyent Marinere VI


SWEETS..............1
   Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets,        Dungeon


SWELL...............1
   His poor old ancles swell.                               Simon Lee


SWELLING............1
   On the gently swelling wave.                             Lewti


SWEPT...............1
   As if one quick and sudden Gale had swept                Nightingale


SWIFT...............2
   But, swift as dreams, myself I found                     Ancyent Marinere VII
   And murmurs musical and swift jug jug                    Nightingale


SWIFTLY.............2
   Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,                          Ancyent Marinere VI
   Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,                          Ancyent Marinere VI


SWINGING............1
   On blosmy twig still swinging from the breeze,           Nightingale


SWOLN...............1
   His ancles they are swoln and thick;                     Simon Lee