Poems by James Clerk Maxwell
Ninth Ode Of The Third Book Of Horace
... You, too, lighter than cork, tossed on the waves of the Hadriatic so terrible ...
An Onset
... Split, splintring and shivering through brain-pan and limb ...
A Student's Evening Hymn
... VI. Through the creatures Thou hast made ...
To Hermann Stoffkraft, Ph.D., The Hero Of A Recent Work Called Paradoxical Philosophy
... In ever-widening spheres through heavens beyond the sun ...
Recollections Of A Dreamland
... There are powers and thoughts within us, that we know not, till they rise ...
Valentine By A Telegraph Clerk
... Ebullient throughout its depths like Smee, ...
Nathalocus
... But the witch gave for answer that my hand should slay thee, ...
British Association, Notes Of The President's Address
... How he clothes them with force as a garment, those small incompressible spheres! ...
I've Heard The Rushing
... Till far out at sea we still found them on their way ...
To The Committee Of The Cayley Portrait Fund
... The symbols he bath formed shall sound his praise, ...
Seventh Ode Of The Fourth Book Of Horace
... Neither your rank nor your talents will bring you to life, O Torquatus, ...
Horace, Seventh Epode
... [590] Thus tis fated, blood of brothers ...
Tune, Il Segreto Per Esser Felice
... Both our joys and our pains, till theres nothing remains, ...
Numa Pompilius
... "What! Livest thou still, old Sabine, ...
Lines written under the conviction that it is not wise to read Mathematics in November after one’s fire is out
... le ground,Beauty beam from all around,Right should then at last be found Joining what none may sever ...
