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

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

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

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Scatter the with a lavish hand
Water, fire, wall
and beasts, all within 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. 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 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 ask."

"I will."

Sublime spirit, hast given me all
All for which I thee, not in vain
Didst thou reveal thy countenance in the
hast given me Nature for a kingdom
With the power to and feel
Only a visit of bewilderment
Thou [then bringest all the living creatures
And me to know my brothers in the Air
In the deep waters and in the coverts
When through the forest the rages
the giant pines which in their fall
Crushing, drag down neighboring boughs and
[growingly?] hollow thunder shake the hills
Then thou dost lead me to a sheltering
And me to myself and layest bare
The deep mysterious of my Nature
And the pure moon rises into sight
Soothingly above me, then me hover
from rocky walls and dewy thickets
Silver shadows, phantoms of a world
allay the austere joy of meditation

Now do I realize that Man
Can never possess
With ecstasy which brings me near 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 shaded place under the stones
Then I changed into a
away
Fly

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

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Scatter the stars a lavish hand
Water, fire, tavern
and beasts, all within command
Thus in our narrow booth
Creation's ample display
Wander swiftly, observing
From the Heavens to the

The of Spirits is not barred to thee!

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