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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'Very poor, brother, not a nes of its own?' 'So they say, Jasper.' 'With every person's bad word, brother?' 'Yes, Jasper, every person is mocking it.' 'Tolerably merry, brother?' 'Yes, tolerably merry, Jasper.' 'Of no use at all, ...
'Very poor, brother, not a nes of its own?' 'So they say, Jasper.' 'With every person's bad word, brother?' 'Yes, Jasper, every person is mocking it.' 'Tolerably merry, brother?' 'Yes, tolerably merry, Jasper.' 'Of no use at all, ...
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'Ye abjec tribes, ye nations poor and weak!' (Thus might, methinks, the haughty wanderer speak), 'Yours be the life of peace, the servile toil; Yours be the wealth, its despicable spoil; Stoop to your tyrant's yoke with mildness meet, ...
'Ye abjec tribes, ye nations poor and weak!' (Thus might, methinks, the haughty wanderer speak), 'Yours be the life of peace, the servile toil; Yours be the wealth, its despicable spoil; Stoop to your tyrant's yoke with mildness meet, ...
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These tawny, trinketed aliens, clad in gaudy tatters,—so poor and yet so proud,— found amongs all peoples of the earth, yet belonging to none—and among all such changes of climes and nations, clinging with such tenacity to the habits, ...
These tawny, trinketed aliens, clad in gaudy tatters,—so poor and yet so proud,— found amongs all peoples of the earth, yet belonging to none—and among all such changes of climes and nations, clinging with such tenacity to the habits, ...
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... From all the nobles, and the men of lore:— 'The face of earth appeareth prosperous, Continuous blessings are in every part, Save that the poor complain agains the ills Of fortune and the Sháh. “The rich,” they say, “Wear wreaths of ...
... From all the nobles, and the men of lore:— 'The face of earth appeareth prosperous, Continuous blessings are in every part, Save that the poor complain agains the ills Of fortune and the Sháh. “The rich,” they say, “Wear wreaths of ...
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And should besides make music for the poor, And render them the service free of cos. The Gipsies went and ate the wheat and oxen, Then at a year's end came with pallid cheeks. The Sháh said: 'Was it not your task to plough, To sow, ...
And should besides make music for the poor, And render them the service free of cos. The Gipsies went and ate the wheat and oxen, Then at a year's end came with pallid cheeks. The Sháh said: 'Was it not your task to plough, To sow, ...
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