"To the King, the French Constitution, and the laws of the realm...
Last year, on May 22, Rare Books lost our dear friend, Marie Christensen Dern. On that day, like the rest of the world, we were sheltering in place. We were locked out of our office, and more disorientingly, out of the Rare Books Vault. We...
"Some of the great images of world art began as prints, perhaps using only a block of wood and a carving tool." -- Nancy Berkoff, "Art of Print At Museum of Latin American Art in Long Beach" Rare Books contributed images from five of its books...
(ip)se veniet et salvos no- s faciet. Co. ecce virgo concipiet et pariet fili- um et vocabitur no- men eius hemanuel. Off(ertoriu)m prope es tu domine et omnes He himself shall come and shall make us saved. Behold a virgin shall conceive and bear a son and his name shall be called Emmanuel. You are near,...
“The Queene of Scotland is your prisoner, let her be honorably entreated, but yet surely guarded.” – William Parry A true and plaine declaration of the horrible… At London by C. Barker Cum priuilegio, 1585 First edition, second issue A contemporary report of William Parry’s plot to assassinate Queen...
Originally published in Geneva in 1634, this revised edition includes the word “Clavis” as the beginning of its title. The title translated into English reads: Nomenclature of Proper Names in the Historical Work of Jacques Auguste de Thou. Thou (1553-1617) was a historian whose fame...
“Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young Lambs bound As to the tabor’s sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF...
“…do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou has not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!” — John Keats from Ode on a Grecian Urn In Memoriam — Kathleen Thompson Kathleen Thompson of Michael R. Thompson Rare Books worked for several Los Angeles antiquarian booksellers,...
“Love is enough: though the World be a-waning And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, & the sea a dark wonder, And this...
