James Clerk Maxwell

(13 June 1831 – 5 November 1879 / Edinburgh, Scotland)

James Clerk Maxwell Poems

1. The Death Of Sir James, Lord Of Douglas 1/3/2003
2. To F.W.F. 1/3/2003
3. Song Of The Cub 1/3/2003
4. Torto Volitans Sub Verbere Turbo Quem Pueri Magno In Gyro Vacua Atria Circum Intenti Ludo Exercent 1/3/2003
5. Song Of The Edinburgh Academician 1/3/2003
6. To The Chief Musician Upon Nabla: A Tyndallic Ode 1/3/2003
7. Tune, Il Segreto Per Esser Felice 1/3/2003
8. To The Additional Examiner For 1875 1/3/2003
9. Specimen Of Translation From The Ajax Of Sophocles 1/3/2003
10. To The Committee Of The Cayley Portrait Fund 1/3/2003
11. To K.M.D. 1/3/2003
12. Valedictory Address To The D--N 1/3/2003
13. To Hermann Stoffkraft, Ph.D., The Hero Of A Recent Work Called Paradoxical Philosophy 1/3/2003
14. Seventh Ode Of The Fourth Book Of Horace 1/3/2003
15. To My Wife 1/3/2003
16. To The Air Of Lorelei 1/3/2003
17. Ninth Ode Of The Third Book Of Horace 1/3/2003
18. The Vampyre 1/3/2003
19. Will You Come Along With Me? 1/3/2003
20. Professor Tait, Loquitur 1/3/2003
21. Reply To The Above, By F.W.F. 1/3/2003
22. Why, When Our Sun Shines Clearest 1/3/2003
23. An Onset 1/3/2003
24. Report On Tait's Lecture On Force 1/3/2003
25. Valentine By A Telegraph Clerk 1/3/2003
26. Numa Pompilius 1/3/2003
27. Nathalocus 1/3/2003
28. Recollections Of A Dreamland 1/3/2003
29. In Memory Of Edward Wilson, Who Repented Of What Was In His Mind To Write After Section 1/3/2003
30. British Association, Notes Of The President's Address 1/3/2003
31. Horace, Seventh Epode 1/3/2003
32. On St. David's Day 1/3/2003
33. Cats Cradle Song, By A Babe In Knots 1/3/2003
34. School Rhymes 1/3/2003
35. I'Ve Heard The Rushing 1/3/2003
36. Answer To Tait 1/3/2003
37. Reflex Musings: Reflections From Various Surfaces 1/3/2003
38. A Vision Of A Wrangler, Of A University, Of Pedantry, And Of Philosophy 1/3/2003
39. Lines Written Under The Conviction That It Is Not Wise To Read Mathematics In November After One’s Fire Is Out 1/3/2003
40. A Student's Evening Hymn 1/3/2003
Best Poem of James Clerk Maxwell

A Problem In Dynamics

An inextensible heavy chain
Lies on a smooth horizontal plane,
An impulsive force is applied at A,
Required the initial motion of K.

Let ds be the infinitesimal link,
Of which for the present we’ve only to think;
Let T be the tension, and T + dT
The same for the end that is nearest to B.
Let a be put, by a common convention,
For the angle at M ’twixt OX and the tension;
Let Vt and Vn be ds’s velocities,
Of which Vt along and Vn across it is;
Then Vn/Vt the tangent will equal,
Of the angle of starting worked out in the sequel.

In working the ...

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To K.M.D.

In the buds, before they burst,
Leaves and flowers are moulded;
Closely pressed they lie at first,
Exquisitely folded.

Though no hope of change they felt,
Folded hard together,
Soon their sap begins to melt
In the warmer weather.

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