To The Chief Musician Upon Nabla: A Tyndallic Ode (James Clerk Maxwell Poems)
I. I come from fields of fractured ice, Whose wounds are cured by squeezing, Melting they cool, but in a trice, Get warm again ...
I. I come from fields of fractured ice, Whose wounds are cured by squeezing, Melting they cool, but in a trice, Get warm again ...
Since I've been in jailthe world has turned around the sun ten timesAnd if you ask the earth, it will ...
Every toiler in his toil; Life is Work in Duty's hand, Art and Nature both demandDaily labour, midnight oil:Every workman for his ...
(Microscopic)A speck that would have been beneath my sightOn any but a paper sheet so whiteSet off across what I ...
A piece of dandelion down,A microscopic apparition,FlewInto a rainbow.Out flewMottled fog,A gram of the sun's spectrum,Not bird,Not bee,But windWafting the ...
How calm the spangled city spread below! How cool the night! How fair the starry skies! How sweet the dewy ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and ...
I Thus, ever, towards the azure nightWhere there quivers a topaz sea,Will function in your evening lightThe Lilies, those clysters ...
B. SMITH would most undoubtedly be very, very crossIf some rude person called him Jap, and yet, I'm at a ...
ALL has befallen as I say, The old r?gime has passed away, And quite a new one Is being fashioned ...
Now, while she's changing, said the Dean, "Her bridal for her traveling dress, I'll preach allegiance to your queen! Preaching's ...
The poetry of earth is fading fast; It hath no region it can call its own; The dim, religious light ...
DAWN, around packed buildings, flickering,flowered;Daylight full on sullen waters glowing,Rippled; crawling streets stirred; ships, outgoing.Slipped down seaward; wind and chimney ...
The birds of tinWe cannot eat.We play with themThey cost us nothingThe birds of tinMunicipalThey fly, they floatThey wave to ...
YET in all facts of sense life stands revealed;And from a thousand symbols hope may takeIts charter to escape the ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
'Twas in a little western town An ancient Maiden dwelt: Her name was MISS, or MISTRESS, Brown, Or DEBORAH, or ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
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