Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

[Faust:] "I, Johannes Faust, do upon thee, Mephistopheles!"

O growing Moon, thou but shine
A last time on this of mine
Behind this how oft have I
At seen thee rising high
O'er and paper I bend
Thou didst appear, o mournful

I am the spirit ever denies!
And so: for all that is born
Deserves to be in scorn
'twere best if nothing were created
Destruction, sin, - plainly stated
All of which you as evil have
That is my element - I abide

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Scatter the with a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow today
Creation's ample scope
Wander swiftly, well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of is not barred to thee!

[Mephistopheles:] "Now then, Faustus. What thou have Mephisto do?"

"I charge thee, Mephisto, wait upon me while I live... to do whatever Faustus shall command. Be it to make the moon drop from outer sphere, or the ocean to overwhelm the world. Go bear these tidings to great Lucifer: say he surrenders up his soul. So that he shall spare him four and years, letting him live in all voluptiousness, having thee ever to attend on me. To give me whatsoever I shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, hast given me all
All for I besought thee, not in vain
Didst reveal thy countenance in the fire
hast given me Nature for a kingdom
With the power to and feel
Only a of chilling bewilderment
Thou [then me?] bringest all the creatures
And taught me to my brothers in the Air
In the deep waters and in the silent
When through the forest the rages
Uprooting the giant which in their fall
Crushing, drag down neighboring boughs and
Whose hollow thunder shake the hills
Then thou dost me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to and layest bare
The mysterious miracle of my Nature
And when the pure moon rises sight
above me, then about me hover
Creeping rocky walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a bygone
Which the austere joy of meditation

Now fully do I that Man
Can never perfection
With this ecstasy which brings me and nearer
To the

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My mother the put me to death
My the scoundrel ate my flesh
My dear little sister all my bones
In a dark shaded place under the
Then I changed a wood-bird
away
Fly

Mankind, foolish Cosmos
acts as incomplete
He himself to Be
I am part of that part was the Absolute
A part of that Darkness which gave to Light
The arrogant Light which dispute
Ancient rank of Night
Therefore I hope it won't be before
With matter it perish evermore!

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Scatter the stars a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all within
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's scope display
Wander swiftly, well
the Heavens to the World

The World of is not barred to thee!

"So, still I seek the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its external show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The reason? Some things be known; they are beyond your reach even when shown."
"Why should that be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean that words are greater yet man?"
"Indeed they are."
[Faust:] "Then what of longing? Affection, pain or grief? I can't describe these, yet I know are in my breast. What are they?""
[Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is."
"In that case man is only air as well!"