James Clerk Maxwell

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

James Clerk Maxwell Poems

1. Torto Volitans Sub Verbere Turbo Quem Pueri Magno In Gyro Vacua Atria Circum Intenti Ludo Exercent 1/3/2003
2. Song Of The Cub 1/3/2003
3. To The Chief Musician Upon Nabla: A Tyndallic Ode 1/3/2003
4. Song Of The Edinburgh Academician 1/3/2003
5. Tune, Il Segreto Per Esser Felice 1/3/2003
6. Specimen Of Translation From The Ajax Of Sophocles 1/3/2003
7. To The Committee Of The Cayley Portrait Fund 1/3/2003
8. The Death Of Sir James, Lord Of Douglas 1/3/2003
9. To K.M.D. 1/3/2003
10. To F.W.F. 1/3/2003
11. Seventh Ode Of The Fourth Book Of Horace 1/3/2003
12. To The Additional Examiner For 1875 1/3/2003
13. To My Wife 1/3/2003
14. To The Air Of Lorelei 1/3/2003
15. Valedictory Address To The D--N 1/3/2003
16. To Hermann Stoffkraft, Ph.D., The Hero Of A Recent Work Called Paradoxical Philosophy 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. Valentine By A Telegraph Clerk 1/3/2003
22. Reply To The Above, By F.W.F. 1/3/2003
23. Why, When Our Sun Shines Clearest 1/3/2003
24. An Onset 1/3/2003
25. Report On Tait's Lecture On Force 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. On St. David's Day 1/3/2003
32. Horace, Seventh Epode 1/3/2003
33. A Student's Evening Hymn 1/3/2003
34. I'Ve Heard The Rushing 1/3/2003
35. Answer To Tait 1/3/2003
36. Cats Cradle Song, By A Babe In Knots 1/3/2003
37. A Vision Of A Wrangler, Of A University, Of Pedantry, And Of Philosophy 1/3/2003
38. School Rhymes 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. Reflex Musings: Reflections From Various Surfaces 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.

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An Onset

Hallo ye, my fellows! arise and advance,
See the white-crested waves how they stamp and they dance!
High over the reef there in anger and might,
So wildly we dance to the bloody red fight.
Than gather, now gather, come gather ye all,
Each thing that hath legs and arms, come to our call;
Like reeds on the moor when the whirlwinds vie
Our lances and war-axes darken the sky;
Sharp, sharp, as the tooth of the sea-hound and shark,

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