Six hundred pounds a year
Sixpence, I give thee
Skies, looks commencing with the
--, raised a mortal to the
Skill, is but a barbarous
Sky, forehead of the morning
--, the storm that howl along the
--, souls are ripened in our northern
--, star sinning in the
--, canopied by the blue
Slain, thrice he slew the
Slaughter, lamb to the
--forbade to wade through
Slave, base is the, that pays
Slavery or death, which to choose
--a bitter draught
Slaves, what can ennoble
-, Britons never will be
Sleep, he giveth his beloved
--of a laboring man
--, folding the hands to
--, our life is rounded with a
--knits up the raveled sleave of care
--, gentle sleep
--, some must watch, while some must
--, tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy
Sleep, undisturbed
--, blessings on him who invented
--, the mantle that covers all human thought
Sleeve, wear my heart upon my
Slept, thought her dying when she
Sloth finds the down pillow hard
Slough of despond
Sluggard, 't is the voice of the
Slumber, a little
Small Latin and less Greek
--things compared with great
Smell, ancient and fish like
Smels, throwe her swete, al around
Smile that glowed celestial
--, to share the good man's
Smiles, seldom he
--, kisses, tears, and
Snails, her pretty feet, like
Snake, we hat'e scotched the
--like a wounded
Sneer, without sneering
--, laughing devil in his
Snow whiter than the driven
Snug as a bug
Society where none intrudes
Soldier full of strange oaths
Solid men of Boston
Solitude is sometimes but society
--, how passing sweet is
--, where are thy charms
--, inward eye of
--, makes a, and calls it peace
Something too much of this
Son of his own works
Song of Percy and Douglass
Sophonisba, O
Sorrow, pluck from the memory a rooted
--, wear a golden
--, parting is such sweet
--, to pine with feare and
--, her rent is
--, some natural
Sorrow returned with the morn
Sorrows come not single
--, transient
Soul, the iron entered into his
--, lose his own
--. thou hast much goods
--, harrow up thy
--, lay not that flattering unction to your
--, to fret thy, with crosses
--is form
--of the age
--like seasoned timber
--, a happy
--'s dark cottage
--, take the prisoned
--under the ribs of death
Soul, pride and haughtiness of
--smiles at the drawn dagger
--, the flow of
--, palace of the soul
--is wanting there
--, that eye was in itself a
--is dead that slumbers
Souls, immediate jewel of their
--sympathize with sounds