Jan 1 — 1796. This day — my first on the light-house — I make this entry in my Diary, as agreed on with De Grät. As regularly as I can keep the journal, I will — but there is no telling More…
When wit, and wine, and friends have metAnd laughter crowns the festive hourIn vain I struggle to forgetStill does my heart confess thy powerAnd fondly turn to thee! But Octavia, do not More…
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