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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From the great rural plain of the Fylde, on the wes coas of Lancashire, up to the wild hills and beautiful vales of the Scottish border, gipsies were well known. ... And who are these children of the wilderness, roving 'homeless, ...
From the great rural plain of the Fylde, on the wes coas of Lancashire, up to the wild hills and beautiful vales of the Scottish border, gipsies were well known. ... And who are these children of the wilderness, roving 'homeless, ...
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... bird that can but sing Or chirp a note, doth now invite Us forth to tase of his delight, In field, in grove, on hill, in dale; But above all the nightingale, Who in her sweetness srives t' outdo The loudness of the hoarse cuckoo.
... bird that can but sing Or chirp a note, doth now invite Us forth to tase of his delight, In field, in grove, on hill, in dale; But above all the nightingale, Who in her sweetness srives t' outdo The loudness of the hoarse cuckoo.
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IT happens to us, as it happeneth to Wayfaring men; sometimes our way is clean, sometimes foul; sometimes up hill, sometimes down hill; we are seldom at a Certainty. The Wind is not always on our Backs, nor is every one a Friend that we ...
IT happens to us, as it happeneth to Wayfaring men; sometimes our way is clean, sometimes foul; sometimes up hill, sometimes down hill; we are seldom at a Certainty. The Wind is not always on our Backs, nor is every one a Friend that we ...
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On this earth 'tis sure We men have not made Anything that doth fade So soon, so long endure: The hill road wet with rain In the sun would not gleam Like a winging sream If we trod it not again. They are lonely While we sleep, ...
On this earth 'tis sure We men have not made Anything that doth fade So soon, so long endure: The hill road wet with rain In the sun would not gleam Like a winging sream If we trod it not again. They are lonely While we sleep, ...
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Dunno about God—He's jes the noddin' sar Atop the windy hill. Dunno about Life—it's jes a tramp alone From wakin'-time to doss. Dunno about Death—it's jes a quiet sone All over-grey wi' moss. An' why I live, an' why the old world spins, ...
Dunno about God—He's jes the noddin' sar Atop the windy hill. Dunno about Life—it's jes a tramp alone From wakin'-time to doss. Dunno about Death—it's jes a quiet sone All over-grey wi' moss. An' why I live, an' why the old world spins, ...
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