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. Song Of The Edinburgh Academician 1/3/2003
4. To The Chief Musician Upon Nabla: A Tyndallic Ode 1/3/2003
5. Tune, Il Segreto Per Esser Felice 1/3/2003
6. To The Additional Examiner For 1875 1/3/2003
7. Specimen Of Translation From The Ajax Of Sophocles 1/3/2003
8. To The Committee Of The Cayley Portrait Fund 1/3/2003
9. To K.M.D. 1/3/2003
10. To F.W.F. 1/3/2003
11. The Death Of Sir James, Lord Of Douglas 1/3/2003
12. Valedictory Address To The D--N 1/3/2003
13. Seventh Ode Of The Fourth Book Of Horace 1/3/2003
14. To Hermann Stoffkraft, Ph.D., The Hero Of A Recent Work Called Paradoxical Philosophy 1/3/2003
15. To The Air Of Lorelei 1/3/2003
16. Ninth Ode Of The Third Book Of Horace 1/3/2003
17. The Vampyre 1/3/2003
18. Will You Come Along With Me? 1/3/2003
19. Professor Tait, Loquitur 1/3/2003
20. Valentine By A Telegraph Clerk 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. To My Wife 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. In Memory Of Edward Wilson, Who Repented Of What Was In His Mind To Write After Section 1/3/2003
28. British Association, Notes Of The President's Address 1/3/2003
29. On St. David's Day 1/3/2003
30. School Rhymes 1/3/2003
31. Nathalocus 1/3/2003
32. Recollections Of A Dreamland 1/3/2003
33. A Student's Evening Hymn 1/3/2003
34. Cats Cradle Song, By A Babe In Knots 1/3/2003
35. I'Ve Heard The Rushing 1/3/2003
36. A Vision Of A Wrangler, Of A University, Of Pedantry, And Of Philosophy 1/3/2003
37. Lines Written Under The Conviction That It Is Not Wise To Read Mathematics In November After One’s Fire Is Out 1/3/2003
38. Reflex Musings: Reflections From Various Surfaces 1/3/2003
39. Lectures To Women On Physical Science 1/3/2003
40. Molecular Evolution 1/3/2003

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Horace, Seventh Epode

Whither, whither, reckless Romans,
Are you rushing, sword in hand?
Has not yet the blood of brothers,
Fully stained the sea and land?

Not that raging conflagration
Should o’er fallen Carthage play;
Not that the unconquered Briton
Should descend the sacred way.

"Rome," exclaims the joyful Parthian,
"Ruin for herself prepares;
Wolves with wolves are never savage,
Lion lion never tears."

Is this fury? is it madness?
Speedy answer I demand;
Foolish, blinded, guilty Romans,
Silent, stupefied you stand. [590]

Thus ’tis fated, blood of ...

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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.