Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

I am the spirit that denies!
And so: for all that is born
to be destroyed in scorn
Therefore 'twere best if nothing were
Destruction, sin, wickedness - stated
All of which you as 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 command
in our narrow 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. 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 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 me Nature for a kingdom
With the to enjoy and feel
Only a of chilling bewilderment
Thou [then me?] all the living creatures
And taught me to my brothers in the Air
In the deep and in the silent coverts
When the forest the storm rages
Uprooting the giant which in their fall
Crushing, drag down boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] thunder shake the hills
Then thou dost lead me to a cave
And revealest me to myself and layest
The mysterious miracle of my Nature
And the pure moon rises into sight
Soothingly me, then about me hover
Creeping from rocky and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, of a bygone world
Which the austere joy of meditation

Now fully do I 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 father the scoundrel ate my
My dear little laid all my bones
In a shaded place under the stones
Then I into a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

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

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Scatter the stars a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our narrow today
Creation's scope display
Wander swiftly, observing
From the Heavens to the

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; are beyond your reach even when shown."
"Why should that be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can and man can only grasp those 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 describe these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?""
"Without substance, as mist is."
[Faust:] "In that man is only air as well!"