Thoreau checks out The works of the Right Honourable Edmund Burke from the library of the Institute of 1770 (The Transcendentalists and Minerva, 1:86).
Thoreau also inscribes Charles Theodore Russell’s class book with his poem, “I love a careless streamlet” (Emerson Society Quarterly 7 (2nd quarter 1957):2):
Ubique.
I love a careless streamlet,
That takes a mad-clap leap,
And like a sparkling beamlet
Goes dashing down the steep.
—–
Like torrents of the mountain
We’ve coursed along the lea,
From many a crystal fountain
Toward the far-distant sea.
And now we’ve gained life’s valley,
And through the lowlands roam,
No longer may’st thou dally,
No longer spout and foam.
May pleasant meads await thee,
Where thou may’st freely roll
Towards that bright heavenly sea,
Thy resting place and goal.
And when thou reach’st life’s down-hill,
So gentle be thy stream,
As would not turn a grist-mill
Without the aid of steam.
