Normale Version: Adamson, John: O Portugal! whene'er I see thy name
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O Portugal! whene'er I see thy name
What proud emotions rise within my breast!
To thee I owe--from thee derive that fame
Which here may linger when I lie at rest.

When as a youth I landed on thy shore,
How little did I think I e'er could be
Worthy the honours thou hast giv'n to me;
And when the coming storm I did deplore,

Drove me far from thee by its hostile threat--
With feelings which can never be effaced,
I learn'd to commune with those writers old

Who had the deeds of thy great chieftains told;
Departed bards in converse sweet I met,
I'd seen where they had liv'd--the land Camoens grac'd.