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Famous Spired Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Spired poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous spired poems. These examples illustrate what a famous spired poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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...the rows of dwellings ever built! 
Or white-domed Capitol itself, with majestic figure surmounted—or all the old
 high-spired
 cathedrals;
That little house alone, more than them all—poor, desperate house! 
Fair, fearful wreck! tenement of a Soul! itself a Soul! 
Unclaim’d, avoided house! take one breath from my tremulous lips; 
Take one tear, dropt aside as I go, for thought of you, 
Dead house of love! house of madness and sin, crumbled! crush’d!
House of life—erewhile tal...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt



...loud, and faint, and thin,
When hooded night was going and one clear planet winked:
I heard shrill notes begin down the spired wood distinct,
When cloudy shoals were chinked and gilt with fires of day.
White-misted was the weald; the lawns were silver-grey;
The lark his lonely field for heaven had forsaken;
And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of may,
And touched the nodding peony-flowers to bid them waken....Read more of this...
by Sassoon, Siegfried
...o ours to-day. 

Mightier than Egypt’s tombs, 
Fairer than Grecia’s, Roma’s temples, 
Prouder than Milan’s statued, spired Cathedral, 
More picturesque than Rhenish castle-keeps,
We plan, even now, to raise, beyond them all, 
Thy great Cathedral, sacred Industry—no tomb, 
A Keep for life for practical Invention. 

As in a waking vision, 
E’en while I chant, I see it rise—I scan and prophesy outside and in,
Its manifold ensemble. 

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Around a Palace, 
Loftier, fair...Read more of this...
by Whitman, Walt
...moon
Made her beautiful snake-skin sparkle, and soon
In her bed she lay
And waited for day.
At dawn's first saffron-spired warning
Clotilde was up. And all that morning,
Except when she went to the chapel to pray,
She painted, and when the April day
Was hot with sun,
Clotilde had done.
Done! She drooped, though her heart 
beat loud
At the beauty before her, and her spirit bowed
To the Virgin her finely-touched thought had made.
A lady, in excellence arrayed,
A...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Amy
...all celandine,
That yellow-kirtled chorister of eve,
And lilac lady's-smock, - but let them bloom alone, and leave

Yon spired hollyhock red-crocketed
To sway its silent chimes, else must the bee,
Its little bellringer, go seek instead
Some other pleasaunce; the anemone
That weeps at daybreak, like a silly girl
Before her love, and hardly lets the butterflies unfurl

Their painted wings beside it, - bid it pine
In pale virginity; the winter snow
Will suit it better than those...Read more of this...
by Wilde, Oscar



...unted sleep
Under that cold and vapour-turbaned steep,
Now that the earth had taken man and all:
Did not the worms that spired about his bones
proclaim with that unwearied, reedy cry
That God has laid His fingers on the sky,
That from those fingers glittering summer runs
Upon the dancer by the dreamless wave.
Why should those lovers that no lovers miss
Dream, until God burn Nature with a kiss?
The man has found no comfort in the grave....Read more of this...
by Yeats, William Butler
...Uprose the merry Sphinx,
And crouched no more in stone;
She melted into purple cloud,
She silvered in the moon;
She spired into a yellow flame;
She flowered in blossoms red;
She flowed into a foaming wave:
She stood Monadnoc's head.

Thorough a thousand voices
Spoke the universal dame;
"Who telleth one of my meanings
Is master of all I am." ...Read more of this...
by Emerson, Ralph Waldo
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Uprose the merry Sphynx,
And crouched no more in stone,
She melted into purple cloud,
She silvered in the moon,
She spired into a yellow flame,
She flowered in blossoms red,
She flowed into a foaming wave,
She stood Monadnoc's head.

Thorough a thousand voices
Spoke the universal dame,
"Who telleth one of my meanings,
Is master of all I am."...Read more of this...
by Emerson, Ralph Waldo

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