Luyện nghe bài hát Faustian Echoes

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

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

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

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Scatter the stars a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
Birds and beasts, all command
Thus in our narrow today
ample scope display
Wander swiftly, well
the Heavens, to the World, to Hell!

The of Spirits 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 reveal thy in the fire
Thou hast given me Nature for a
With the power to and feel
Only a visit of bewilderment
Thou [then me?] bringest all the creatures
And taught me to know my in the Air
In the deep and in the silent coverts
When through the forest the storm
Uprooting the pines which in their fall
Crushing, down neighboring boughs and trunks
[growingly?] hollow thunder shake the hills
Then thou lead me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to myself and layest
The deep mysterious of my Nature
And when the pure moon rises sight
above me, then about me hover
Creeping from walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a bygone
allay the austere joy of meditation

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

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

Mankind, that foolish
acts as incomplete
He himself to Be
I am part of that part was the Absolute
A part of that Darkness which birth to Light
The arrogant Light which dispute
Ancient rank of Night
Therefore I hope it won't be long
With matter it perish evermore!

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Scatter the stars a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern
Birds and beasts, all within
in our narrow booth today
Creation's scope display
swiftly, observing well
From the Heavens to the

The World of Spirits is not to thee!

[Faust:] "So, still I seek the force, the governing 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."
"Why should that be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the 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, pain or grief? I can't describe these, yet I they are in my breast. What are they?""
[Mephistopheles:] "Without substance, as is."
"In that case man is only air as well!"