The Wind on the Heath - A Gypsy Anthology (Romany History Series)This magnificent Gypsy anthology was first published in London 1930. It contains over 300 items of prose and verse gleaned from classical literature, folklore, history and true Gypsy life. It has long been considered unique in its field and is very hard to find in its first edition. We have now re-published this scarce book incorporating the original text and illustrations. The book's 380 pages are divided into 12 sections designed to bring to light the chief facets of Gypsy life. They have been chosen for their historical and anthropological interest and are supported with illustrations of the real Gypsy way of life, and yet the same wind blows over all on this Gypsy heath. Contents include: The Dark Race. - The Roaming Life. - Field and Sky. - Gypsies and Gentiles. - The Romany Chye. - Gypsy Children. - Sturt and Strife. - Black Arts. - A Gypsy Bestiary. - Egipte Speche. - Scholar Gypsies. - Envoy. Also included is a glossary of Romani words. This important book is thoroughly recommended for inclusion on the bookshelf of all with an interest in Gypsy ways. |
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... either a green shady nook of a road; or on the border of a common, under a sheltering hedge; or on the skirts of a fine spreading wood. They are always to be found lurking about fairs and races, and rusic gatherings, wherever there ...
... either a green shady nook of a road; or on the border of a common, under a sheltering hedge; or on the skirts of a fine spreading wood. They are always to be found lurking about fairs and races, and rusic gatherings, wherever there ...
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... with furtive grace, among the busle of some country fair, plying the hereditary arts of their race, as tinkers, besom-makers, musicians, beggars, and fortune-tellers; or creeping along some lonely rusic way, in slow nomadic trail, ...
... with furtive grace, among the busle of some country fair, plying the hereditary arts of their race, as tinkers, besom-makers, musicians, beggars, and fortune-tellers; or creeping along some lonely rusic way, in slow nomadic trail, ...
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ONE fair evening of warm, sunny summer, I took a sroll to the top of one of the mountains of Wales, carrying with me a telescope to assis my feeble sight by bringing disant objecs near, and magnifying small ones.
ONE fair evening of warm, sunny summer, I took a sroll to the top of one of the mountains of Wales, carrying with me a telescope to assis my feeble sight by bringing disant objecs near, and magnifying small ones.
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So I ventured to approach them, but very softly, like a hen treading upon hot embers, that I might learn who they were; and at length I took the liberty of addressing them in this guise, with my head and back lowered horizontally: 'Fair ...
So I ventured to approach them, but very softly, like a hen treading upon hot embers, that I might learn who they were; and at length I took the liberty of addressing them in this guise, with my head and back lowered horizontally: 'Fair ...
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Heaven to me's a fair blue sretch of sky, Earth's jes a dusy road. Dunno the names o' things, nor what they are, Can't say's I ever will. Dunno about God—He's jes the noddin' sar Atop the windy hill. Dunno about Life—it's jes a tramp ...
Heaven to me's a fair blue sretch of sky, Earth's jes a dusy road. Dunno the names o' things, nor what they are, Can't say's I ever will. Dunno about God—He's jes the noddin' sar Atop the windy hill. Dunno about Life—it's jes a tramp ...
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