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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An hour they pitch their shifting tents, In thoughts, in feelings, and events; Beneath the palm-trees, on the grass, They sing, they dance, make love and chatter, Vex the grim temples with their clatter, And make Truth's fount their ...
An hour they pitch their shifting tents, In thoughts, in feelings, and events; Beneath the palm-trees, on the grass, They sing, they dance, make love and chatter, Vex the grim temples with their clatter, And make Truth's fount their ...
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'Why, not exacly, Jasper; the cuckoo is a pleasant, funny bird, and its presence and voice give a great charm to the green trees and fields; no, I can't say I wish exacly to get rid of the cuckoo.' 'Well, brother, what's a Romany chal?
'Why, not exacly, Jasper; the cuckoo is a pleasant, funny bird, and its presence and voice give a great charm to the green trees and fields; no, I can't say I wish exacly to get rid of the cuckoo.' 'Well, brother, what's a Romany chal?
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Like the trees, he is simply indifferent. All the great wave of teaching and text and tracs and missions and the produce of the printing-press has made no impression upon his race any more than upon the red deer that roam in the fores ...
Like the trees, he is simply indifferent. All the great wave of teaching and text and tracs and missions and the produce of the printing-press has made no impression upon his race any more than upon the red deer that roam in the fores ...
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The crescent moon, the evening sar, the clatter of the fern-owl, the red embers of the wood fire, the pungent smoke blown round about by the occasional puffs of wind, the shadowy trees, ...
The crescent moon, the evening sar, the clatter of the fern-owl, the red embers of the wood fire, the pungent smoke blown round about by the occasional puffs of wind, the shadowy trees, ...
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... Church, and State Spurning, and only dedicate To freedom, sloth, and plunder; Your fores-camp,—the forms one sees Banditti-like amid the trees, The ragged donkeys grazing, The Sybil's eye prophetic, bright With flashes of the fitful ...
... Church, and State Spurning, and only dedicate To freedom, sloth, and plunder; Your fores-camp,—the forms one sees Banditti-like amid the trees, The ragged donkeys grazing, The Sybil's eye prophetic, bright With flashes of the fitful ...
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