Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

O growing Moon, didst but shine
A last time on this pain of
this desk how oft have I
At midnight seen rising high
O'er book and I bend
didst appear, o mournful friend

I am the spirit ever denies!
And justly so: for all that is
to be destroyed in scorn
Therefore 'twere if nothing were created
Destruction, sin, - plainly stated
All of you as evil have classified
That is my element - there I

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Scatter the stars with a lavish
Water, fire, tavern
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow today
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, observing
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of Spirits is not 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 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 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 thou reveal thy in the fire
Thou hast me Nature for a kingdom
With the to enjoy and feel
Only a visit of chilling
[then 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 the storm rages
the giant pines which in their fall
Crushing, drag neighboring boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] hollow shake the hills
Then thou dost me to a sheltering cave
And me to myself and layest bare
The deep miracle of my Nature
And when the pure moon rises into
Soothingly me, then about me hover
Creeping from rocky and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a bygone
Which the austere joy of meditation

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

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My the harlot put me to death
My father the scoundrel ate my
My dear sister laid all my bones
In a dark place under the stones
Then I changed into a
away
Fly

Mankind, that Cosmos
Always as incomplete
He thought to Be
I am part of that part was the Absolute
A part of that Darkness gave birth to Light
The Light which 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 a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our booth today
Creation's ample display
swiftly, observing well
From the Heavens to the

The World of is not barred to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I seek the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The reason? Some things cannot be 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 those thoughts which language can express."
"What? Do you mean that words are greater yet than man?"
[Mephistopheles:] "Indeed are."
[Faust:] "Then of longing? Affection, pain or grief? I can't describe these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?""
[Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is."
"In that case man is only air as well!"