The Wind on the Heath - A Gypsy Anthology (Romany History Series)John Sampson 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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... sleeps well. . . . Gypsies are the Arabs of pasoral England—the Bedouins of our commons and woodlands. . . . They are ... sleep upon low branches that made a hammock for their bodies, while every leaf seemed to have a nightingale's voice ...
... sleeps well. . . . Gypsies are the Arabs of pasoral England—the Bedouins of our commons and woodlands. . . . They are ... sleep upon low branches that made a hammock for their bodies, while every leaf seemed to have a nightingale's voice ...
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... sleep beneath the sacred moon. No offence, nevertheless, as John Buncle would have said, to the 'sationary domesicities.' For fancy takes old habits along with it in new shapes; domesicity itself can travel; and I never desired any ...
... sleep beneath the sacred moon. No offence, nevertheless, as John Buncle would have said, to the 'sationary domesicities.' For fancy takes old habits along with it in new shapes; domesicity itself can travel; and I never desired any ...
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... sleep—for it is evening—on the bosoms of the dead. Yoho, pas sreams, in which the cattle cool their feet, and where the rushes grow; pas paddock-fences, farms, and rick-yards; pas las year's sacks, cut, slice by slice, away, and showing ...
... sleep—for it is evening—on the bosoms of the dead. Yoho, pas sreams, in which the cattle cool their feet, and where the rushes grow; pas paddock-fences, farms, and rick-yards; pas las year's sacks, cut, slice by slice, away, and showing ...
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... sleep, lonelier For lack of the traveller Who is now a dream only. From dawn's twilight And all the clouds like sheep On the mountains of sleep They wind into the night. The next turn may reveal Heaven: upon the cres The close pine ...
... sleep, lonelier For lack of the traveller Who is now a dream only. From dawn's twilight And all the clouds like sheep On the mountains of sleep They wind into the night. The next turn may reveal Heaven: upon the cres The close pine ...
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... sleep has On life less sweet and glad to be. He drank the draught of life's firs wine Again: he saw the moorland shine, The rioting rapids of the Tyne, The woods, the cliffs, the sea. power The joy that lives at heart and home, The joy ...
... sleep has On life less sweet and glad to be. He drank the draught of life's firs wine Again: he saw the moorland shine, The rioting rapids of the Tyne, The woods, the cliffs, the sea. power The joy that lives at heart and home, The joy ...
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Common terms and phrases
almos Arthur Symons Aunt Rodi beautiful bebee behold birds brother camp chap Charles Godfrey Leland child cuckoo dance dark disant donkey earth Egyptian English Gypsies eyes face father fire firs fortune Francis Hindes Groome gentleman George Borrow George Meredith Gilderoy Gipsy Gipsy’s girl gorgios grass GYPSY LADDIE Gypsy Song hair hand hath heard Hedgehog horse Jasper John John Bunyan King lady language Lavengro Leland lisen live looked Lord man’s maser mother mysery never night o’er Petulengro Poems poor quesion race road Romany Rye round sars siés sill sing siser sleep sood sory srange sranger sream sweet tell tent thee Theodore Watts-Dunton there’s things thou art thought tree undersand unto Ursula vagabond W. H. Hudson wander wild William Hazlitt William Wordsworth wind woman wood words Wordsworth young