Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

I am the spirit ever denies!
And justly so: for all is born
Deserves to be in scorn
Therefore best if nothing were created
Destruction, sin, - plainly 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, tavern
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our booth today
Creation's ample scope
Wander swiftly, well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The of Spirits 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 Lucifer: say he 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 hast me all
All for I besought thee, not in vain
Didst thou thy countenance in the fire
Thou hast me Nature for a kingdom
With the power to enjoy and
Only a visit of bewilderment
Thou me?] bringest all the living creatures
And me to know my brothers in the Air
In the deep and in the silent coverts
When through the forest the rages
the giant pines which in their fall
Crushing, drag neighboring boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] hollow shake the hills
Then dost lead me to a sheltering cave
And me to myself and layest bare
The deep mysterious of my Nature
And when the moon rises into sight
Soothingly above me, about me hover
from rocky walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a bygone
Which allay the joy of meditation

Now fully do I that Man
Can never possess
this ecstasy which brings 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 little sister all my bones
In a shaded place under the stones
Then I changed into a
Fluttering
Fly

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

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Scatter the stars with a lavish
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's ample scope
Wander swiftly, observing
the Heavens to the World

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? Some things cannot be known; they are beyond your reach even 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 describe these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?""
"Without substance, as mist is."
[Faust:] "In that case man is air as well!"