SWORD...............1 Husband and children! one by one, by sword Female Vagrant
SWORN...............3 Had sworn another oath; The Thorn I will be sworn is true. The Thorn And some had sworn an oath that she The Thorn
SWOUND..............2 Like noises of a swound. Ancyent Marinere I And I fell into a swound. Ancyent Marinere V
SYCAMORE............2 His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore Female Vagrant Here, under this dark sycamore, and view Tintern Abbey
SYLVAN..............1 O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the wood Tintern Abbey
SYMPATHY............1 Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs Nightingale
SYNOD...............1 When from the dark synod, or blood-reeking field, Convict
T...................1 He all the country could outrun, Simon Lee
T'WAS...............1 T'was right, said they, such birds to slay Ancyent Marinere II
TABLES..............1 And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food. Female Vagrant
TACK................1 She doth not tack from side to side -- Ancyent Marinere III
TACK'D..............1 It plung'd and tack'd and veer'd. Ancyent Marinere III
TAIL................2 His face unto his horse's tail, Idiot Boy And now she's at the pony's tail, Idiot Boy
TAINT...............1 Went forth pure in his heart, against the taint Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
TAKE...............12 And Christ would take no pity on Ancyent Marinere IV And he on her would vengeance take. Goody Blake And to the fields his road would take, Goody Blake The bye-road back again to take, Goody Blake We for the year to come may take Lines near my House I hope you'll kindly take it; Simon Lee "I take my little porringer, We Are Seven You must take care and chuse your time The Thorn From him no harm my babe can take, Mad Mother "Susan, we must take care of him, Idiot Boy "The devil take his wisdom!" said Idiot Boy "Sir! I am going many miles to take Old Man Travelling
TAKES...............1 Of moon or stars he takes no heed; Idiot Boy
TALE...............17 "Nay, if thou'st got a laughsome tale, Ancyent Marinere I Never sadder tale was told Ancyent Marinere V Never sadder tale was heard Ancyent Marinere V Which forc'd me to begin my tale Ancyent Marinere VII To him my tale I teach. Ancyent Marinere VII Can no one hear? It is a perilous tale! Foster-Mother 'Tis a sweet tale: Foster-Mother And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale Nightingale It is a father's tale. But if that Heaven Nightingale As if because her tale was at an end Female Vagrant Some tale will be related. Simon Lee A tale in every thing. Simon Lee It is no tale; but should you think, Simon Lee Perhaps a tale you'll make it. Simon Lee You something of her tale may trace. The Thorn Would surely be a tedious tale. Idiot Boy A most delightful tale pursuing! Idiot Boy
TALK................5 He loves to talk with Marineres Ancyent Marinere VII The Skiff-boat ne'rd: I heard them talk, Ancyent Marinere VII All you had learnt in the day; and how to talk Foster-Mother Of all the heretical and lawless talk Foster-Mother And held such intermitted talk Anecdote for Fathers
TALKED..............6 We talked of marriage and our marriage day; Female Vagrant And oftentimes I talked to him, Anecdote for Fathers Last Christmas when we talked of this, The Thorn She talked and sung the woods among; Mad Mother And all that to herself she talked, Idiot Boy Unworthy things she talked and wild, Idiot Boy
TALL................3 The red-breast sings from the tall larch Lines near my House I've heard he once was tall. Simon Lee Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, Tintern Abbey
TAMAHA'S............1 Heav'd upon Tamaha's stream; Lewti
TAMED...............1 My pride was tamed, and in our grief, Last of the Flock
TANGLED.............1 The tangled root I sever'd, Simon Lee
TANGLING............1 This grove is wild with tangling underwood, Nightingale
TASK................1 Make haste, your morning task resign; Lines near my House
TAUGHT..............4 The boy loved him -- and, when the Friar taught him, Foster-Mother First covered o'er, and taught this aged tree, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite And afterwards, by my good father taught, Female Vagrant If I were not thus taught, should I the more Tintern Abbey
TAUNTS..............1 Dread not their taunts, my little life! Mad Mother
TEACH...............5 To him my tale I teach. Ancyent Marinere VII Could I but teach the hundredth part Anecdote for Fathers I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; Mad Mother I'll teach him how the owlet sings. Mad Mother May teach you more of man; Tables Turned
