rapture on the lonely —, dull, tame Show, that within which passeth —, a driveller and a Shrewsbury clock, fought a long hour by Should auld acquaintance Shrine of the mighty Shut, shut the door Sigh, passing tribute of a —no more, ladies Sighed and looked again —unutterable things Sign, dies and makes no Sight, out of, out of mind —, loved not at first Seigniors, grave and reverend Silence is the perfectest herald of joy —in love bewrays more woe —, ye wolves —, come then, expressive Siloa's brook Simplicity a child Sin, fools make a mock at —of the world —, wages of, is death —, no, for a man to labor in his vocation Single blessedness Sinned against, more Sinning, more sinned against than Sins, charity shall cover the multitude of Sion hill delight thee more Sires, few sons attain the praise of their Sires, green graves of your Sirups, drowsy, of the world 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 —, corporations have no Sound and fury —, persuasive —, an echo to the sense —the clarion —, sweet is every Sounding brass Source of sympathetic tears South, o'er my ear like the sweet Sow, wrong, by the ear Soweth, shall reap, as he Space and time annihilate Spare the rod Sparks fly upward Sparrow, caters for the —, providence in the fall of a —, fall, or hero perish Speak of me as I am Spears into pruning-hooks Speculation in those eyes Speech, thought deeper than Speed the going guest —the parting guest Spenser, renowned Spin, nor toil not Spirit wounded —, haughty —return unto God —indeed is willing —, present in —stirring drum —of my dream —or more welcome shade Spiriting, do my, gently Spirits are not finely touched —from the vasty deep —twain Spite,-in learned doctors Splenetive and rash Spoken at random Sponge, drink no more than a Spot is cursed, the Springes to catch woodcocks Spur to pride the sides of my intent Squeak as naturally as pigs Stage, where every man must play —, all the world's n —, struts and frets his hour upon the —, the wonder of our —, veteran on the —, poor, degraded Stale, Hat, and unprofitable Stand and wait Stanley, on Stanza, who pens a Star, love a bright, particular —, thy soul was like a —, stay the morning Stars, shooting, attend —hide their diminished heads —, battlements bore Starts, everything by State, a pillar of —, what constitutes a Statue that enchants the world Stealth, do good by Steed, farewell the neighing Steel, though locked up in —, my man 's as true as —, grapple with hooks of Sticking place, screw your courage to the Still to be neat —achieving, still pursuing Sting, O death, where is thy Stir, the fretful Stoicism, the Romans call it Stolen, not wanting what is Stomach's sake, a little wine for the Stone, fling but a —, underneath this, doth lie —, we raised not a Stones, sermons in —prate of my whereabouts —of Rome Stories, long, dull, and old Storm, pelting of this pitiless —, directs the Storms of life, rainbow to the Story, I have none to tell Strange, 't was passing Strangers, to entertain —, by, honored Straw, tickled with a Streets, a lion is in the —, squeak and gibber in the Strength, king's name is a tower of —, lovely in your Strife, dare the elements to Striving to better Strong, battle not to the —upon the stronger side —without rage Studies, still 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 Thetis, lap of They conquer love that run away Thick and thin, to dash through Thief in the night, will come as a —doth 'fear each bush Thing, acting of a dreadful —, never says a foolish Things left undone —, unutterable —, God's sons are Think too little, and talk too much —those that, must govern Thinks most, lives most Thorn, withering on the virgin Thou art the man Thought, thy wish was father of that —sicklied o'er with the pale cast of —, would almost say her body —, armor is his honest —, whistled for want of —, too much thinking to have common —, not, one immoral —, the dome of —, the power of —, deeper than speech Thoughts, a dark soul and foul —that breathe —too deep for tears —, great Thousand, one shall become a Thread of his verbosity Thrift, thrift, Horatio —may follow fawning Thrones, dominations Throng the lowest of your Thumbs, by the pricking of my Thunder, lightning, or in rain Thwack, with many a stiff Thyme, whereon the wild, grows Tide in the affairs of men Tidings, dismal, when he frowned Tie, the silken Tilt at all I meet Timber, seasoned, never gives Time and the hour —, to the last syllable of recorded —so hallowed and gracious —, not of an age, but for all —shall throw a dart at thee —, how small a part of —, with thee conversing, I forgot all —, what will it not subdue —'s noblest offspring —, we take no note of —toiled after him in vain —adds increase to her truth —has not cropt the roses —, noiseless foot of —count by heart-throbs —, footprints on the band of —has laid his hand gently —, break the legs of Times that try men's souls Tinkling symbols Toad, ugly and venomous To be or not to be To-day, be wise Toe, on the light fantastic Toil, envy, want the jail —, those who think must govern those who —and trouble, why all this Tolerable and not to be endured Tomb of him who would have made glad the world Tombs, hark from the To-morrow, boast not thyself of —and to-morrow —, do thy worst —, already walks Tongue, braggart with my —let the canded —that Shakespeare spake —, music's golden Tongues in trees Too late I stayed Tooth for tooth —sharper than a serpent's Toothache, philosopher that could endure the Torrent of a woman's will —, roll darkling down the —, and whirlwind's roar Torrents, motionless Touch not, taste not —harmonious Towered cities please us Towers, the cloud-capt Trade's proud empire Train up a child Train, a melancholy Traitors, our doubts are Traps, Cupid kills with Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart Treasure is, your heart will be where your Tree, like a green bay —is known by his fruit Tree's inclined, as the twig is bent —of deepest root is found Trees, tongues in Tribe, the badge of our —, richer than all his Trick worth two of that Tricks, fantastic Tried, she is to blame who has been Trifles light as air Triton of the minnows Troop, farewell the plumed Trope, out there flew a Trouble, war, he sung, is toil and Troubles, arms against a sea of Trowel, laid on with a Troy, half his, was burned —, fired another True so sad, so tender, and so Truth, doubt, to be a liar —in every shepherd's tongue —from pole to pole —, whispering tongues can poison —crushed to earth —, bright countenance of Turf, green be the Tweedledum and Tweedledee Twilight gray, in sober livery Two strings to his bow Type of the wise

Unadorned, adorned the most Unanimity is wonderful Uncertain, coy, and hard to please Uncle, O my prophetic soul I my Underneath this stone doth lie —sable hearse Uneasy lies the head Unfit, for all things Unfortunate, one more Unity, to dwell together in Universe, born for the Unknown, too early seen —, argues yourselves Unseen, born to blush Unwept, unhonored and unsung Unwhipped of justice Uses, to what base Utterance of the early gods Utica, no pent-up

Vale of life —, meanest floweret of the Valiant taste of death but once Vallombrosa, leaves that strew the brooks in Valor, discretion the better part —is oozing out Vanity and vexation of spirit Vanity of vanities Variety, her infinite —'s the spice of life Vase, you may shatter the Vault, the deep, damp —, fretted Vaulting ambition Vein, I am not in the Venice, I stood in Verbosity, thread of his Verge enough Vernal seasons of the year Verse, married to immortal —, wisdom married to immortal Verses, for rhyme the rudder is Veteran, superfluous lags the Vice, when, prevails —is a monster Vices, small —, our pleasant Vienna, looker-on here at Victims, the little, play Victorious o'er all the ills of life View, when will the landscape tire the Village master taught Villain, one murder makes a Violet, nodding grows —, throw a perfume on the —by a mossy stone Violets, breathes upon a bank of —plucked ne'er grow again Virtue of necessity —, assume a —is her own reward —alone is happiness —makes the bliss —, homage that vice pays to Virtue linked with one Virtues, we write in water —, be to her, very kind Virtuous, dost think because thou art Visage, on his bold Visible, darkness Vision, write the, and make it plain —, baseless fabric of a —and faculty divine Visits, like angel's —like those of angels Vocation, 't is my Voice, a still, small —, I hear a, you cannot —of nature cries from the tomb —in my dreaming ear melted Voices, earth with her thousand Void, have left an aching Volume, within that awful Vote that shakes the turrets of the land Voyage of their life

Waist, hands round the slight Wait, they also serve who stand and Walk while ye have the light —of virtuous life Wall, weakest goes to the Want lonely, retired to die Wanting, art found War, let slip the dogs of —is toil and trouble War, then was the tug of —, my voice is still for —to the knife Warble his native wood-notes Warriors feel, stern joy which Watch and pray Watches, our judgments as our Water, unstable as —, leadeth me beside the still —, drink no longer —, smooth runs the —, the conscious, saw its God —everywhere Waters, cast thy bread upon the —, the hell of —, she walks the Wave o' the sea Waves, here shall thy proud, be stayed Way of life, fallen into the sear and yellow leaf —, noiseless tenor of their Way, amend your —of God are just —, untrodden We watched her breathing Weakest goes to the wall Weariness can snore upon the flint Wearisome condition of humanity Weep no more, lady Well, not so deep as a —, not wisely, but too —of English undefyled Westward the course of empire Whale, very like a What care I how fair she be —, he knew what's Whatever is, is right Wheel broken at the cistern —, who breaks a butterfly upon a When shall we three meet again Whereabout, prate of my Wherefore, for every why he had a Whining schoolboy Whip, in every honest hand a Whirlwind, they shall reap the —, ride in the Whispering lovers made —will ne'er consent Whispers of fancy Whistle, clear as a Whistled as he went Whither thou goest I will go Who builds a church to God —runs may read Wicked cease from troubling —flee when no man pursueth Wife, you are my true and honorable —and children impediments to great enterprises Wiles, simple Will, he that complies against his Will turn the current of a woman's —, if she will Willows, hanged our harps on the Win, they laugh that Wind, did fly on the wings of the —, they have sown the —bloweth us it listeth —, sits the, in that corner —, as large a charter as the —, blow, thou winter —, blow, come wrack —and his nobility —, idle, as the —, blow and crack your cheeks —. ill, turns none to good —, shrink from sorrow's keenest —, hope constantly in —, God tempers the Windows richly dight Wine for the stomach's sake —, good, needs no hush —of life —, O thou invisible spirit of Wing dropped from an angel's Wings like a dove —, riches make themselves —, arise with healing in his —, flies with swallow's Winter, my age is as a lusty —of our discontent —lingering chills the lap of May Wisdom priced above rubies —finds a way Wise in your own conceit —saws and modern instances —be not worldly —folly to be Wisely, loved not Wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best —, brightest, meanest of mankind Wish was father to that thought Wit, brevity is the soul of —, his whole, in a jest —, true, is nature to advantage, dressed —, that can creep —, a man in —, accept a miracle instead of Witty in myself Wits' end, at their —, keen encounter of our —, to madness near allied Woe, trappings and the suits of —, mockery of —is life protracted —, heritage of —, truth denies all eloquence to Wolf dwell with the lamb Woman's reason, no other but a —, O, I could play the —, she is a —in this humor wooed —, an excellent thing in —, frailty, thy name is —, lovely Woman's, nature made thee to temper man —that deliberates is lost —scorned, no fury like a —'s at best a contradiction —is at heart a rake —will or won't —'s will, to turn the current of a —'s will, stem the torrent of a —stoops to folly —, nobly planned —, in our hours of ease —, light of a dark eye in Womankind, faith in Women, passing the love of —'s weapons, water-drops —, hear these telltale —wish to be who love their lords Won, showed how fields were Wonder, without our special —grew that one small head —of an hour Wooed that would be Wood, the deep and glooomy —, one impulse, from a vernal Woodcocks, springes to catch Woods and pastures new —, pleasure in the pathless Wool, all cry and no Word, for teaching me that —to throw at a dog Word of Caesar against the world —, suit the action to the —, whose, no man relies on —at random spoken —, that fatal Words, familiar as household —, immodest, admit of no defence —are men's daughters —that burn —are wise men's counters World, light of the —, children of the —, I hold the world but as the —, a good deed in a naughty —, full of briers is this working-day —, how wags the —is given to lying —of happy days —, start of the majestic —, uses of this —, lash the rascal naked through the —, give the, the lie —was all before them —, look round the habitable —, so stands the statue that enchants the —'s dread laugh —, unintelligible —, fever of the —too much with us —, I have not loved the —falls, when Rome falls —knows nothing of its greatest men World's wide enough for thee and me Worlds, mine arm should conquer twenty —, wreck of matter and the crush of —, exhausted, and imagined new —, allured to brighter Worm dieth not Worms have eaten them Worse, greater feeling to the Worship God, he says Worth, conscience of her —, what is, in anything —by poverty depressed —makes the man —, sad relic of departed Wound, he jests at scars that never felt a Wrack, blow wind, come Wrath, soft answer turneth away —, let not the sun go down upon your —, nursing her, to keep it warm Wreck of matter Wretches, poor naked —, feel what, feel —hang that jurymen may dine Writ, and what is, is writ Writer, pen of a ready Writing, true ease in Wrong, always in the Wrongs unredressed Year, starry girdle of the —, saddest days of the Years, we spend our —, love of life increased with Years, dim with the mist of —, live in deeds, not Yesterdays have lighted fools Yorick! alas poor York, this sun of Young, and now am old —, when my bosom was —, and both were Yours, as if her merit lessened Youth, remember thy Creator —in the morn and liquid dew —at the prow —, gives to her mind what he steals from her —to fortune and to lame unknown —of labor, with an age of ease —, friends in

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