Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

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

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

The World of 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 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 shall ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, hast given me all
All for which I besought thee, not in
Didst thou thy countenance 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 waters and in the silent coverts
through the forest the storm rages
Uprooting the giant which in their fall
Crushing, down neighboring boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] hollow thunder shake the
Then thou dost me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to and layest bare
The deep miracle of my Nature
And when the pure moon rises sight
Soothingly above me, about me hover
Creeping from rocky and dewy thickets
shadows, phantoms of a bygone world
Which allay the austere joy of

Now do I realize that Man
Can never 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 scoundrel ate my
My little sister laid all my bones
In a dark shaded place under the
Then I into a wood-bird
Fluttering
Fly

Mankind, foolish Cosmos
Always as incomplete
He himself to Be
I am part of that which was the Absolute
A part of that which gave birth to Light
The arrogant which would dispute
Ancient rank of Night
Therefore I hope it won't be before
With it shall perish evermore!

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all command
in our narrow booth today
Creation's ample display
Wander swiftly, observing
the Heavens to the World

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I seek the force, the reason governing life's flow, and not its external show."
[Mephistopheles:] "The governing force? The reason? Some things cannot be known; they are beyond your reach even shown."
[Faust:] "Why should be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries that words can address; and man can grasp those thoughts which language can express."
[Faust:] "What? Do you mean that words are greater yet man?"
[Mephistopheles:] "Indeed are."
[Faust:] "Then what of longing? Affection, pain or grief? I describe these, yet I know they are in my breast. What are they?""
[Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is."
[Faust:] "In case man is only air as well!"