Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

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

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Scatter the stars with a lavish
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's ample scope
swiftly, observing well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

"Now then, Faustus. What wouldst 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 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, thou given me all
All for which I besought thee, not in
Didst thou thy countenance in the fire
Thou hast given me for a kingdom
With the power to enjoy and
a visit of chilling bewilderment
Thou [then me?] all the living creatures
And me to know my brothers in the Air
In the deep waters and in the coverts
When the forest the storm rages
Uprooting the giant pines which in their
Crushing, drag down boughs and trunks
[growingly?] hollow thunder shake the hills
Then dost lead me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to and layest bare
The deep mysterious miracle of my
And the pure moon rises into sight
Soothingly above me, then me hover
Creeping from walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, of a bygone world
Which allay the joy of meditation

Now do I realize that Man
Can possess perfection
With ecstasy which brings me near and nearer
To the

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

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

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Scatter the stars with a lavish
Water, fire, tavern
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's ample display
swiftly, observing well
From the to the World

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

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