Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

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

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

The World of is not barred to thee!

[Mephistopheles:] "Now then, Faustus. 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 outer sphere, or the ocean to overwhelm the world. Go bear these tidings to great 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 I besought thee, not in vain
thou reveal thy countenance in the fire
Thou hast given me for a kingdom
the power to enjoy and feel
Only a visit of bewilderment
[then me?] bringest all the living creatures
And me to know my brothers in the Air
In the deep and in the silent coverts
through the forest the storm rages
Uprooting the giant pines which in fall
Crushing, drag down neighboring boughs and
Whose hollow thunder shake the hills
Then thou dost lead me to a cave
And revealest me to myself and bare
The deep mysterious of my Nature
And when the pure moon into sight
above me, then about me hover
Creeping rocky walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a world
allay the austere joy of meditation

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

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My mother the put me to death
My father the scoundrel ate my
My dear sister laid all my bones
In a dark shaded under the stones
Then I changed a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

Mankind, that Cosmos
Always acts as
He himself to Be
I am of that part which was the Absolute
A part of that which gave birth to Light
The arrogant which would dispute
Ancient rank of Mother
Therefore I hope it be long before
matter it shall perish evermore!

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all within
in our narrow booth today
Creation's ample display
Wander swiftly, observing
the Heavens to the World

The World of is not barred to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I seek the force, the reason life's flow, and not just its external show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The reason? Some things cannot be known; they are beyond reach even when shown."
"Why should that be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean words are greater yet than man?"
[Mephistopheles:] "Indeed 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."
"In that case man is only air as well!"