Who is Mary Hannay Foott

Mary Hannay Foott (pen name, La Quenouille; 26 September 1846 – 12 October 1918), was a Scottish-born Australian poet and editor. She is well remembered for a bush-ballad poem,"Where the Pelican Builds".

Early life

Mary Hannay Foott was born in Glasgow to a merchant, James Black, and his wife, née Grant. The family moved to Australia in 1853 and lived for some years at Mordialloc, near Melbourne, where Mary attended Miss Harper's school. She became one of the first students at Melbourne's National Gallery of Victoria Art School. She also studied painting under Louis Buvelot.

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In 1874, Mary married Thomas Wade Foott, with whom she lived for three years in Bourke, New South Wales. In 1877, her husband took her up-country, to the Pa...
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Mary Hannay Foott Poems

  • Nearing Port
    A blue line to the westward that surely is not cloud;
    A green tinge in the waters; a clamorous bird-crowd;
    Then far-off foamy edges, and hill-tops timber fringed;
    And, perched aloft, a light-house, o'er grey cliffs golden-tinged. ...
  • The Fate Of Bass - (a Fancy)
    The Fate Of Bass1 - (A Fancy)

    On the snow-line of the summit stood the Spaniard's English slave;
    And the frighted condor westward flew afar, ...
  • The Belated Swallow
    And the birds of the air have nests.�

    Belated swallow, whither flying?
    The day is dead, the light is dying, ...
  • The Melbourne International Exhibition
    Argument.

    I. - The House being ready, Victoria prepares to receive the nations whom she has invited. They approach the various countries of Europe, Asia, Africa, of the American continent, the Australian colonies, and those of Polynesia, some of them greater than any which ever paid tribute to Rome, or did homage to a mediaeval monarch, and their products superior to those which in olden times were fit gifts from one king to another.
    ...
  • 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. ...
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Top 10 most used topics by Mary Hannay Foott

Light 14 Long 12 God 12 Place 12 Sea 12 Star 11 Never 10 Heaven 10 Stand 10 I Love You 10


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Melaniejaxn: the gold of dawn is surely met in sunset's lavish blaze; and -- in horizons hidden yet -- there shall be happy days. -mary hannay foott
Melaniejaxn: the gold of dawn is surely met in sunset's lavish blaze; and -- in horizons hidden yet -- there shall be happy days. -mary hannay foott
Davetoau: “the gold of dawn is surely met in sunset’s lavish blaze; and — in horizons hidden yet — there shall be happy days.” mary hannay foott
Davetoau: “the gilding oft o’erlies the steel.” mary hannay foott
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