James Clerk Maxwell Sense Poems

  • 1.
    In the dense entangled street,
    Where the web of Trade is weaving,
    Forms unknown in crowds I meet
    Much of each and all believing;
    ...
  • 2.
    If ony here has got an ear,
    He'd better takâ?? a haud oâ?? me,
    Or I'll begin, wiâ?? roarinâ?? din,
    To cheer our old Academy.
    ...
  • 3.
    Rouse ye! torpid daylight-dreamers, cast your carking cares away!
    As calm air to troubled water, so my night is to your day;
    All the dreary day you labour, groping after common sense,
    And your eyes ye will not open on the night's magnificence.
    ...
  • 4.
    Farrar, when oâ??er Goodwinâ??s page
    Late I found thee poring,
    From the hydrostatic Sage
    Leaky Memory storing,
    ...
  • 5.
    Queen Cram went straying
    Where Tait was swaying,
    In just hands weighing,
    With care immense,
    ...
  • 6.
    At quite uncertain times and places,
    The atoms left their heavenly path,
    And by fortuitous embraces,
    Engendered all that being hath.
    ...
  • 7.
    O well is thee! King Numa,
    Within thy secret cave,
    Where thy bones are ever moistened
    By sad Egeriaâ??s wave;
    ...
  • 8.
    In the very beginnings of science, the parsons, who managed things then,
    Being handy with hammer and chisel, made gods in the likeness of men;
    Till Commerce arose, and at length some men of exceptional power
    Supplanted both demons and gods by the atoms, which last to this hour.
    ...
  • 9.
    Deep St. Mary's bell had sounded,
    And the twelve notes gently rounded
    Endless chimneys that surrounded
    My abode in Trinity.
    ...
Total 9 Sense Poems by James Clerk Maxwell

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