Oxford Mountaineering Essays

listening to the wind howling and the clatter of stones and ice falling from the Great Tower upon the roof. Next morning the wind dropped at sunrise, and a warm, cloudless day f...

But the same valley can be the setting for another picture: down from the top there seem to come great processions, gay like Benozzo Gozzoli’s ‘Procession of the Magi,’ many lea...

We found a more real scope for our climbing ambition on a boulder that the ice rivers of the dawn of time had left stranded in the woods. Some thirty feet in height, it fell awa...

And yet the peril of them is greater in imagination than in reality--dazzled by the light in which he loves to bathe himself, he cannot see the wanderer on the heights, who may...

Paul Cézanne has waited longer than any of his contemporaries for sympathy and fame, but now that his time has come he bids fair easily to outstrip Manet and the Impressionists...

The memory of that walk has become like the memory of a dream. When I think of it I understand those words of Sir Thomas Browne: ‘My life has been a miracle of thirty years; whi...

To the monotony of the torrent was added the monotony of that interminable succession of planks, winding round the dark elbows of the ravine, always promising to disclose a secu...

Look at the Matterhorn, and be told how like it is to Strasburg Cathedral; but rock spires are not built upwards like ones of stone and mortar; they are monoliths, cut out of th...

The mountain, Atlas, was evidently the Peak of Teneriffe,[32] of which the Phœnicians may well have brought a description to Greece. It was afterwards supposed to be in North Af...

Oxford, they tell us, is the home of movements; Cambridge the home of men. Certainly the miniature movement that took shape in this little book was inspired by a Cambridge man....

[6] Since this was written Mr. Binyon’s book, _The Flight of the Dragon_ (Wisdom of the East Series: John Murray), has appeared, which treats more fully and with far greater ski...