Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

O growing Moon, thou but shine
A last on this pain of mine
Behind this how oft have I
At midnight seen thee high
O'er book and paper I
Thou didst appear, o friend

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

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Scatter the with a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all within
in our narrow booth today
Creation's scope display
swiftly, observing well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of is not barred to thee!

[Mephistopheles:] "Now then, Faustus. What wouldst thou 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 twenty years, letting him live in all voluptiousness, having thee ever to on me. To give me whatsoever I shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, thou hast me all
All for I besought thee, not in vain
Didst reveal thy countenance in the fire
Thou given me Nature for a kingdom
With the power to and feel
Only a of chilling bewilderment
Thou me?] bringest all the living creatures
And me to know my brothers in the Air
In the deep waters and in the coverts
When through the forest the storm
Uprooting the pines which in their fall
Crushing, drag down neighboring and trunks
Whose hollow thunder shake the hills
Then thou dost lead me to a sheltering
And revealest me to myself and layest
The mysterious miracle of my Nature
And when the pure rises into sight
above me, then about me hover
Creeping from rocky and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a world
allay the austere joy of meditation

Now do I realize that Man
Can never possess
With this which brings me near and nearer
To the

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My the harlot put me to death
My father the scoundrel ate my
My little sister laid all my bones
In a dark shaded place the stones
Then I changed a wood-bird
away
Fly

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

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

The of Spirits 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? things cannot 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 grasp those thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean that words are greater yet man?"
"Indeed they are."
[Faust:] "Then what of longing? Affection, or grief? I can't describe these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?""
[Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is."
[Faust:] "In that man is only air as well!"