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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... and everybody is glad to see both of us again.' Wildness. and. Wet ... WHAT would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet ...
... and everybody is glad to see both of us again.' Wildness. and. Wet ... WHAT would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet ...
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... was our dear native soil, Where in fulness of pleasure we lived without toil; Till dispersed through all lands, 'twas our fortune to be— Our seeds, Guadiana, mus now drink of thee. Once kings came from far to kneel down at our gate, ...
... was our dear native soil, Where in fulness of pleasure we lived without toil; Till dispersed through all lands, 'twas our fortune to be— Our seeds, Guadiana, mus now drink of thee. Once kings came from far to kneel down at our gate, ...
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For finding in the Scriptures that they were once the peculiar people of God, thought I, if I were one of this race, my soul mus needs be happy. Now again, I found within me a great longing to be resolved about this quesion, ...
For finding in the Scriptures that they were once the peculiar people of God, thought I, if I were one of this race, my soul mus needs be happy. Now again, I found within me a great longing to be resolved about this quesion, ...
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But if they can sradle once, then as well the shee-roagues as the hee-roagues are hors, seaven or eight upon one iade, srongly pineond, and srangely tyed together. One Shire alone and no more is sure sil at one time to have these ...
But if they can sradle once, then as well the shee-roagues as the hee-roagues are hors, seaven or eight upon one iade, srongly pineond, and srangely tyed together. One Shire alone and no more is sure sil at one time to have these ...
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... donkey and dogs, 'rom, romni, and tickni chavis,' and the happy family is once more under weigh for the open country. With dark resless eye and coarse black hair fluttered by the fresh breeze, he slouches along, singing as he goes.
... donkey and dogs, 'rom, romni, and tickni chavis,' and the happy family is once more under weigh for the open country. With dark resless eye and coarse black hair fluttered by the fresh breeze, he slouches along, singing as he goes.
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