Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

I am the spirit that denies!
And justly so: for all that is
Deserves to be in scorn
Therefore 'twere best if nothing created
Destruction, sin, - plainly stated
All of you as evil have classified
That is my - there I abide

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Scatter the stars with a lavish
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all within
in our narrow booth today
Creation's ample scope
Wander swiftly, observing
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

[Mephistopheles:] "Now then, Faustus. What wouldst have Mephisto do?"

"I charge thee, Mephisto, wait upon me while I live... to do whatever 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 shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, hast given me all
All for which I thee, not in vain
Didst thou reveal thy in the fire
Thou hast given me Nature for a
With the power to enjoy and
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 through the 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 lead me to a cave
And revealest me to myself and bare
The deep mysterious miracle of my
And the pure moon rises into sight
Soothingly above me, then about me
Creeping from walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a bygone
Which the austere joy of meditation

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

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My mother the put me to death
My the scoundrel ate my flesh
My dear sister laid all my bones
In a dark place under the stones
I changed into a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

Mankind, that Cosmos
acts as incomplete
He thought to Be
I am part of that part was the Absolute
A part of that Darkness gave birth to Light
The Light which would dispute
Ancient of Mother Night
I hope it won't 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
in our narrow booth today
Creation's ample display
Wander swiftly, well
From the Heavens to the

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