Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

I am the spirit ever denies!
And so: for all that is born
Deserves to be destroyed in
'twere best if nothing were created
Destruction, sin, wickedness - plainly
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 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 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, hast given me all
All for which I thee, not in vain
Didst thou thy countenance in the fire
Thou hast given me for a kingdom
With the power to and feel
Only a visit of chilling
Thou [then me?] bringest all the living
And taught me to my brothers in the Air
In the deep and in the silent coverts
When through the forest the rages
Uprooting the pines which in their fall
Crushing, drag down neighboring boughs and
Whose [growingly?] hollow thunder shake the
Then thou dost lead me to a cave
And me to myself and layest bare
The deep mysterious miracle of my
And when the pure moon rises into
Soothingly above me, about me hover
Creeping from rocky walls and thickets
shadows, phantoms of a bygone world
Which the austere joy of meditation

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

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My the harlot put me to death
My the scoundrel ate my flesh
My little sister laid all my bones
In a shaded place under the stones
Then I into a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

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

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

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 your reach even when shown."
[Faust:] "Why should be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean that words are yet than man?"
[Mephistopheles:] "Indeed are."
[Faust:] "Then what of longing? Affection, pain or grief? I can't describe these, yet I know are in my breast. What are they?""
[Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is."
[Faust:] "In that case man is air as well!"