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Answer To Tait

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The mounted disk of ebonite
Has whirled before, nor whirled in vain;
Rowland of Troy, that doughty knight,
Convection currents did obtain
In such a disk, of power to wheedle,
From its loved North the subtle needle.

’Twas when Sir Rowland, as a stage
From Troy to Baltimore, took rest
In Berlin, there old Archimage,

Armed him to follow up this quest;
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Uche Nwanze 12 September 2019

Touch of brilliance, touch of class, a masterpiece.

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Khairul Ahsan 12 September 2020

No, this poem is not for me. I do not have the brain to understand this poem, without research!

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Mahtab Bangalee 12 September 2020

It may be that it does not move, Or moves but for some other reason; Then let it be your boast to prove...great ….long narrative poem; wisely written; actually everything of this universe is not out system thought it's natural; this universe has specific motion, notion, and function; through a purely mathematical theory it's going on; sometimes someone finds out the theory sometimes none finds out the reason; there is the fact of a question but no answer

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Edward Kofi Louis 12 September 2020

Acceleration! ! ! Swift rotation! Season and reason. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Dr Antony Theodore 12 September 2019

with your splendid roundabout Of mighty power, new-hung and greasy, With galvanometer so stout, A new research would be as easy; very good poem.. tony

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Aniruddha Pathak 12 September 2019

Answer To Tait, Brilliant narration in well constructed sestets,

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