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“Nor shall they silent in my song remain, they who in regions there where Dawns arise, by Acts of Arms such glories toil'd to gain, where thine unvanquisht flag for ever flies, Pacheco, brave of braves; th' Almeidas twain, whom Tagus mourns with ever-weeping eyes ; dread Albuquerque, Castro stark and brave, with more, the victors of the very grave.”

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Os Lusiadas V1: The Lusiads

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Richard Francis Burton
Richard Francis Burton

Richard Francis Burton (1821-1890) was a British explorer, translator, writer, and diplomat renowned for his expeditions in Africa, Asia, and the Middle East. Fluent in multiple languages including Arabic, Swahili, and Hindi, he is best known for his complete English translation of One Thousand and One Nights. His travels and writings significantly influenced Western understanding of Eastern cultures. more

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