Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

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

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Scatter the with a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's ample scope
Wander swiftly, well
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 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 attend on me. To me whatsoever I shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, hast given me all
All for which I besought thee, not in
Didst thou reveal thy countenance in the
Thou hast given me Nature for a
With the to enjoy and feel
a visit of chilling bewilderment
Thou [then me?] all the living creatures
And me to know my brothers in the Air
In the waters and in the silent coverts
When through the forest the rages
Uprooting the giant pines in their fall
Crushing, drag down boughs and trunks
Whose hollow thunder shake the hills
thou dost lead me to a sheltering cave
And me to myself and layest bare
The deep mysterious of my Nature
And when the pure moon rises into
Soothingly above me, about me hover
Creeping from walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, of a bygone world
Which the austere joy of meditation

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

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

Mankind, that Cosmos
Always acts as
He himself to Be
I am part of part which was the Absolute
A part of that Darkness which gave to Light
The Light which would dispute
rank of Mother Night
Therefore I it won't be long before
With matter it perish evermore!

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

The of Spirits 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."
[Faust:] "Why that be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean that are greater yet than man?"
"Indeed they 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!"