Edgar Allan Poe

Berenice - Original Edition Edgar Allan Poe

MISERY is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch-as distinct too, yet as intimately blended. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow! How is it that from beauty I have derived a type of unloveliness?-from the covenant of peace, a simile of sorrow? But as, in ethics, evil is a consequence of good, so, in fact, out of joy is sorrow born. Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day, or the agonies which are, have their origin in the ecstasies which might have been. My baptismal name is Egaeus; that of my family I will not mention. Yet there are no towers in the land more time-honored than my gloomy, gray, hereditary halls. Our line has been called a race of visionaries; and in many striking particulars-in the character of the family mansion-in the frescos of the chief saloon-in the tapestries of the dormitories-in the chiselling of some buttresses in the armory-but more especially in the gallery of antique paintings-in the fashion of the library chamber-and, lastly, in the very peculiar nature of the library's contents-there is more than sufficient evidence to warrant the belief.