Mary Hannay Foott
Biography of Mary Hannay Foott
Mary was born in Glasgow on 26th September, 1846. she was the daughter of James Black a leader in the Prebyterian Church. Her Mother descended from the literary family of Hannay. Mary arrived in Australia, 1853and was educated in Melbourne. She married Thomas Wade Foott in 1874, moving to live at Dundoo, Queensland.
After the death of her husband in 1884, she was to become the Literary Editor of `The Queenslander' for ten years.
She lived and taught at school in Rocklea, a Brisbane suburb in South East Queensland.
`Where the Pelican Builds, and other Poems' (Brisbane, 1885).
`Morna Lee, and other Poems' (London, 1890).
Photograph is of a Fishing party at a Corinda house on Oxley Creek Brisbane in 1897. This large block of land, owned by her father was later donated to the Presbyterian Church where a Nursing Home had been in practice for 75 Years.
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Mary Hannay Foott Poems
Conde had come with us all the way -- Eight hundred miles -- but the fortnight's rest Made him fresh as a youngster, the sturdy bay! And Lurline was looking her very best.
A fringe of rushes -- one green line Upon a faded plain; A silver streak of water-shine -- Above, tree-watchers twain.
A fringe of rushes, one green line Upon a faded plain; A silver streak of water-shine, Above, tree-watchers twain.
In Time Of Drought
The rushes are black by the river bed, And the sheep and the cattle stand Wistful-eyed, where the waters were, In a waste of gravel and sand;
The Australiad - (A Poem For Children.)
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain, And “sire,” he said, “I bring thy ships in safety home again
The Fate Of Bass
On the snow-line of the summit stood the Spaniard's English slave; And the frighted condor westward flew afar--- Where the torch of Cotopaxi lit the wide Pacific wave, And the tender moon embraced a new-born star.
Sonnets - Ii - The New Year
With supple boughs and new-born leaflets crowned, Rejoicing in fresh verdure stands the tree, Though weather-scarred and scooped by fire may be Its ancient trunk. So may our lives be found
To The Virgin Mary
Mother of Him we call the Christ, No halo round thy brows we paint, Incense and prayer we offer not, Nor mind to title thee as saint.
His silent spirit from the place Slid forth unseen; amid the throng Of those whose love outlived disgrace, Whose fealty to the last was strong.
In The South Pacific
A vision of a savage land, A glimpse of cloud-ringed seas; A moonlit deck, a murderous hand; No more, no more of these!
In The Land Of Dreams
A bridle-path in the tangled mallee, With blossoms unnamed and unknown bespread, And two who ride through its leafy alley, But never the sound of a horse's tread.
In Memoriam C. G. Gordon
Devotion! When thy name is named, What matchless visions rise! The Hebrew, leaving Pharoah's house, To Israel's rescue flies;
For Charles Dickens
Above our dear Romancer's dust Grief takes the place of praise, Because of sudden cypress thrust Amid the old-earned bays.
David's Lament For Jonathan
Thou wast hard pressed, yet God concealed this thing From me; and thou wast wounded very sore, And beaten down, O son of Israel's king, Like wheat on threshing-flour.
Conde had come with us all the way --
Eight hundred miles -- but the fortnight's rest
Made him fresh as a youngster, the sturdy bay!
And Lurline was looking her very best.
Weary and footsore, the cattle strayed
'Mid the silvery saltbush well content;
Where the creeks lay cool 'neath the gidya's shade
The stock-horses clustered, travel-spent.