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 ...
O academic muse that hast for longCharmed all the world with thy disciples' song,As myrtle bushes must give place to ...
The mounted disk of eboniteHas whirled before, nor whirled in vain;Rowland of Troy, that doughty knight,Convection currents did obtainIn such ...
At quite uncertain times and places, The atoms left their heavenly path, And by fortuitous embraces, Engendered all that being hath. And though they ...
Peter the Repeater,Platted round a platterSlips of slivered paper,Basting them with batter.Flype 'em, slit 'em, twist 'em,Lop-looped laps of paper;Setting ...
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