Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

O growing Moon, didst but shine
A last time on pain of mine
Behind this how oft have I
At midnight thee rising high
O'er book and I bend
Thou appear, o mournful friend

I am the that ever denies!
And so: for all that is born
to be destroyed in scorn
Therefore 'twere if nothing were created
Destruction, sin, wickedness - stated
All of which you as evil classified
That is my element - I abide

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow today
Creation's ample scope
swiftly, observing well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

[Mephistopheles:] "Now then, Faustus. What 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 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, thou given me all
All for which I thee, not in vain
Didst thou reveal thy in the fire
Thou hast given me for a kingdom
the power to enjoy and feel
Only a visit of bewilderment
Thou [then me?] all the living creatures
And taught me to know my 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 neighboring and trunks
[growingly?] hollow thunder shake the hills
Then thou dost me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to and layest bare
The deep mysterious miracle of my
And when the pure rises into sight
Soothingly above me, then 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 never perfection
With ecstasy which brings me near and nearer
To the

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My mother the harlot put me to
My father the ate my flesh
My little sister laid all my bones
In a dark shaded place 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 which gave birth to Light
The arrogant which would dispute
Ancient rank of Mother
Therefore I hope it won't be before
With matter it perish evermore!

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all within
Thus in our booth today
Creation's ample scope
Wander swiftly, observing
From the to the World

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not just its external show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The force? The reason? Some things cannot be known; they are beyond your reach even when shown."
[Faust:] "Why that be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie the boundaries that words can address; and man can only grasp those thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you that words are greater yet than man?"
[Mephistopheles:] "Indeed 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 man is only air as well!"