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 thee rising high
O'er book and paper I
Thou appear, o mournful friend

I am the spirit ever denies!
And so: for all that is born
Deserves to be destroyed in
Therefore 'twere best if were created
Destruction, sin, - plainly stated
All of which you as evil have
That is my - there I abide

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Scatter the stars with a hand
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's ample display
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 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 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
thou reveal thy countenance in the fire
Thou hast me Nature for a kingdom
With the power to and feel
Only a of chilling bewilderment
[then me?] bringest all the living creatures
And taught me to know my in the Air
In the deep waters and in the silent
When through the forest the rages
Uprooting the giant pines in their fall
Crushing, down neighboring boughs and trunks
Whose [growingly?] thunder shake the hills
Then thou lead me to a sheltering cave
And revealest me to myself and bare
The deep miracle of my Nature
And when the pure moon rises sight
above me, then about me hover
Creeping rocky walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a world
Which allay the austere joy of

Now do I realize that Man
Can never perfection
With this ecstasy which 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 shaded under the stones
Then I changed into a
away
Fly

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

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

The World of is not barred to thee!

[Faust:] "So, I seek 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."
"Why should that be so?"
[Mephistopheles:] "They lie outside the boundaries 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?""
"Without substance, as mist is."
[Faust:] "In that case man is air as well!"