l air of delightful
Study, much, is weariness
Stuff as dreams are made of
--, ambition 's made of sterner
Sublime, to suffer and be strong
--and the ridiculous
Success, 't is not in mortals to command
Suffer, how sublime to
Sufferance is the badge
Suffering ended with the day
--, child of
Suing long to bide
Sullenness against nature
Sum of more, giving thy
Summer, made glorious
--of your youth
Summons, upon a fearful
Summits, clad in colors of the air
Sun, no new thing under the
--of righteousness arise
--let not the, go down upon, your wrath
--, doubt the, doth move
--goes round, take all the rest the
--, benighted walks under the midday
--, as the dial to the
--, farthing candle to the
--, hail the rising
--, hold their glimmering taper to the
--. world without a
Sunday shines no Sabbath day
Sunlight drinketh dew
Sunshine made, and in the shady place
Suspicion haunts the guilty mind
Swan on St. Mary's lake
--, sweet, of Avon
Sweet, so coldly
Sweet day, so cool, so calm
Sweetness, linked, long drawn out
--, waste its
Swift, race not to the
--expires, a driveller
Swine, cast not your pearls before
Swoop, at one fell
Sword, glorious by my
--, another's, has laid him low
Sword, pen mightier than the
Swords into plowshares
Syllable men's names

Table on a roar
Take, O take those lips away
--her up tenderly
Tale that is told
--, and thereby hangs a
--, tedious as a twice-told
--, an honest, speeds best
--unfold
--, a round, unvarnished
--, every shepherd tells his
--the moon takes up the wondrous
--, to point a moral, or adorn a
--so sad, so tender
--, makes up life's
--, as 't was said to me
--, 't is an old
--, a schoolboy's
--which holdeth children from play
Talk, I never spend an hour's
--, ye gods, how lie will
Tall oaks from little acorns grow
Tam was glorious
Taste of your quality
Tear, some melodious
--, he gave to misery a
--in her eye
--, betwixt a smile and
--, every woe can claim
Tears, if you have
--such as angels weep
Tears, iron, down Plato's cheek
--sacred source of
--, baptized in
--, too deep for
--, flattered to
--from despair
--, idle tears
Temple, nothing ill can dwell in such a
Temples, groves were God's first
Tenderly, take her up
Tenor, noiseless, of their way
Terror, there is no, in your threats
Text, a rivulet of
That it should come to this
Theban, talk with this learned
There, 't is neither here nor
Thespis, the first professor of our art