Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

O growing Moon, didst but shine
A last time on pain of mine
Behind desk how oft have I
At midnight seen thee rising
O'er book and paper I
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 best if nothing created
Destruction, sin, wickedness - plainly
All of you as evil have classified
That is my element - there I

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Scatter the stars a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all within
Thus in our booth today
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, observing
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 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 ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, thou hast me all
All for which I thee, not in vain
Didst reveal thy countenance in the fire
Thou given me Nature for a kingdom
With the to enjoy and feel
Only a visit of chilling
Thou [then me?] bringest all the living
And taught me to know my in the Air
In the deep and in the silent coverts
When through the the storm rages
Uprooting the giant which in their fall
Crushing, drag down boughs and trunks
Whose hollow thunder shake the hills
thou dost lead me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to myself and bare
The mysterious miracle of my Nature
And when the pure moon rises sight
above me, then about me hover
Creeping from walls and dewy thickets
shadows, phantoms of a bygone world
Which allay the austere joy of

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

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My mother the put me to death
My father the ate my flesh
My dear little sister laid all my
In a dark shaded place the stones
Then I changed into a
Fluttering
Fly

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

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Scatter the with a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our narrow today
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, well
From the to the World

The World of Spirits is not 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 things cannot be known; they are your reach even when shown."
[Faust:] "Why that be so?"
"They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean that words are yet than man?"
"Indeed they 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?""
"Without substance, as mist is."
[Faust:] "In that case man is air as well!"