To F.W.F. (James Clerk Maxwell Poems)
Farrar, when o'er Goodwin's pageLate I found thee poring,From the hydrostatic SageLeaky Memory storing,Or when groaning yesterdayNeedlessly distractedBy some bright ...
Farrar, when o'er Goodwin's pageLate I found thee poring,From the hydrostatic SageLeaky Memory storing,Or when groaning yesterdayNeedlessly distractedBy some bright ...
I.Now no more the slanting raysWith the mountain summits dally,Now no more in crimson blazeEvening's fleecy cloudless rally,Soon shall Night ...
To Mrs. E.C. Morrieson'Twas not chance but deep design,Tho' of whom I can't divineMade the courtly Valentine(Corpulent saint and bishop)Such ...
I.Alone on a hillside of heather,I lay with dark thoughts in my mind,In the midst of the beautiful weatherI was ...
In the buds, before they burst,Leaves and flowers are moulded;Closely pressed they lie at first,Exquisitely folded.Though no hope of change ...
I've heard the rushing of mountain torrents, gushingDown through the rocks, in a cataract of spray,Onward to the ocean;Swift seemed ...
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