Fine Books Auction, September 28, 1995
Metropolitan Book Auction, New York, 1995, Wraps, , , Very Good
29 pp. 586 items. A postcard-size print of Hirschfield's Harlem as Seen by Hirschfield (1940) tipped onto front cover. Light wear to wraps, PO has written a lot number on TP, else fine. Over 80 illustrations in black and white, including 20 of Japanese woodblocks. Contents include Art and Architecture, Books/Miscellaneous, Leather bindings, John Fletcher Hurst, Literature, Judaica, Erotica, Prints, Original Art, Maxfield Parrish, Ephemera, Maps and Atlases, Americana, Travel and Exploration, Science and Technology, Colorplate Books, Japanese Woodblock, Photography, Autographs and Manuscripts.
Cabinet of American Illustration, Cartoon Drawings: Swann Collection of Caricature and Cartoon, Civil War Photographs Civil War Photographs, Drawings (Master),Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Color Photographs, Fine Prints Fine Prints, Posters: Performing Arts Posters, Stereograph Cards Stereograph Cards, Daguerreotypes, Fenton Crimean War Photographs, Fine Prints: Japanese, pre-1915, Lomax Collection, Panoramic Photographs, Thesaurus For Graphic Materials, Van Vechten Collection, Wright Brothers Negatives, and much more.
"NYU Bobst Library, NYU Institute of Fine Arts, NYU Courant Institute of Mathematical Sciences, NYU Real Estate Institute, The New-York Historical Society, New York School of Interior Design, Cooper Union, New School University, Parsons School of Design, Mannes College of Music."
Oh, days of beauty standing veiled apart, With dreamy skies and tender, tremulous air, In this rich Indian summer of the heart Well may the earth her jewelled halo wear. The long brown fields - no longer drear and dull - Burn with the glow of these deep-hearted hours. Until the dry weeds seem more beautiful, More spiritlike than even summer's flowers. But yesterday the world was stricken bare, Left old and dead in gray, enshrouding gloom; To-day what vivid wonder of the air Awakes the soul of vanished light and bloom? Sharp with the clean, fine ecstasy of death, A mightier wind shall strike the shrinking earth, An exhalation of creative breath Wake the white wonder of the winter's birth. In her wide Pantheon - her temple place - Wrapped in strange beauty and new comforting, We shall not miss the Summer's full-blown grace, Nor hunger for the swift, exquisite Spring.Ada Foster Murray [1857-1936]