Allan Ramsay. [A biography.] - National Library of Scotland
Allan Ramsay. [A biography.] - National Library of Scotland
Allan Ramsay. [A biography.] - National Library of Scotland
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38<br />
FAMOUS SCOTS<br />
Where Bonny Heck ran fast and fierce.<br />
It warm'd my breast<br />
Then emulation did me pierce,<br />
Whilk since ne'er ceast.'<br />
There was, however, another influence at work, quite<br />
as potent, stimulating his poetic fancy. Amid the<br />
beauties <strong>of</strong> the ' Queen <strong>of</strong> Cities ' he lived, and the<br />
charms <strong>of</strong> his surroundings sank deep into his impres-<br />
sionable nature. In whatever direction he looked, from<br />
the ridgy heights <strong>of</strong> the Castlehill, a glorious natural<br />
picture met his eye. If to the north, his gaze caught<br />
the gleam <strong>of</strong> the silvery estuary <strong>of</strong> the Forth, with fertile<br />
reaches <strong>of</strong> green pasture-land intervening, and the little<br />
villages <strong>of</strong> Picardy, Broughton, and Canonmills peeping<br />
out from embosoming foliage, while beyond the silver<br />
streak, beautified by the azure enchantment <strong>of</strong> distance,<br />
glowed in the sunshine the heath-clad Lomonds and the<br />
yellow wealth <strong>of</strong> the fields <strong>of</strong> Fife. Did the youthful<br />
poet turn eastward, from yonder favourite lounge <strong>of</strong> his<br />
on Arthur Seat, the mouth <strong>of</strong> the noble Firth, dotted<br />
with sail, was full in view, with the shadowy outlines <strong>of</strong><br />
the May Island, peeping out like a spirit from the depth<br />
<strong>of</strong> distance, and nearer, the conical elevation <strong>of</strong> North<br />
Berwick Law and the black-topped precipitous mass <strong>of</strong><br />
the Bass ; while seemingly lying, in comparison, almost<br />
at his feet, was the magnificent semicircular sweep <strong>of</strong><br />
Aberlady Bay, with its shore -fringe <strong>of</strong> whitewashed<br />
villages gleaming like a string <strong>of</strong> glittering pearls, behind<br />
which stretched the fertile carse <strong>of</strong> East Lothian, rolling<br />
in gently undulating uplands back to the green Lammer-<br />
raoors. Or if he gazed southward, did his eye not catch<br />
the fair expanse <strong>of</strong> Midlothian, as richly cultivated as it<br />
;