London: Hodder and Stoughton, 1909. Item #03039
Edmund Dulac's Rubaiyat
[DULAC, Edmund, illustrator]. KHAYYÁM, Omar. FITZGERALD, Edward (trans.). Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám. Rendered into English Verse by Edward Fitzgerald. With Illustrations by Edmund Dulac. London: Hodder and Stoughton, .
First trade edition. Quarto (11 x 8 1/2 in; 279 x 217 mm).  leaves. Title-page decoratively printed in sepia and light brown. Twenty mounted color plates, including frontispiece, each with a captioned tissue guard. Decorative borders to plates and leaves.
Publisher's off white buckram, front cover and spine pictorially stamped in gilt, decorative endpapers. Slight foxing to edges of text block otherwise a near fine copy.
In his autobiography, George Doran, the book's American publisher, noted "In point of excellence of art, popularity, distinction and profit the crowning achievement... was the publication of the Fitzgerald version of the Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám illustrated by Edmund Dulac. The book was a joy and a treasure. Its public acceptance was immediate and great."
Continuing, Mr. Doran recalled the following amusing incident:
"Over the weekend Mr. Hodder had taken occasion to read for the first time Omar's Rubaiyat; also for the first time he had reviewed the art of Edmund Dulac…fresh from the exhausting exhilaration of an evangelically active Sabbath, he thrust himself into the office and presence of [Hodder's grandson and the firm's manager] J.E.H.W. In his shaking hand he held a copy of Dulac's Omar Khayyam…
Mr. Hodder: 'Ernest, what is this pagan book you have dared to publish over my imprint?'
J.E.H.W.: 'Why Grandad, that is one of the greatest classics of all time.'
Mr. Hodder: 'Classic or no classic, I will not tolerate the publication of such heathen rubbish.'
J.E.H.W.: 'Grandad, it is beautifully illustrated by one of the very great artists of our day - it is a proud production.'
Mr. Hodder: ' The artist only abets the author, whoever he is, in the production of a purely pagan and disgusting book. I will have none of it.'
J.E.H.W.: 'But, Grandad, we made a profit of £800 on that book in the last twelve months.'"
Mr. Hodder's anger cooled, his indignation evaporated. The matter was settled.