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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  Flowing Wines - Visionary Scenes
2.  At Padua, in St. Anthony's, In holy ground his body lies; Quiet and cool hisplace of rest, With pious ceremonials blest.
3.  Ladies, farewell!
4.  No, Lord! I find things there, as ever, in sad plight. Men, in their evil days,move my compassion; Such sorry things to plague is nothing worth.The Lord
5.  A Fourth
6.  By torture driven, in open day, The kitchen he invaded, Convulsed upon thehearth he lay, With anguish sorely jaded; The poisoner laugh'd, Ha! ha! quothshe, His life is ebbing fast, I see, As if his frame love wasted.Chorus

计划指导

1.  Faust
2.  I know not - shall I?
3.  Siebel
4.  (Exit.)
5.  Nose of fly and gnat's proboscis, Throng not the naked beauty! Frogs andcrickets in the mosses, Keep time and do your duty!Weathercock (towards one side)
6.  This, Sir, a second time you need not say! Your counsel I appreciate quite;What we possess in black and white, We can in peace and comfort bearaway.

推荐功能

1.  In the Intermezzo
2.  Mephistopheles
3.  Mephistopheles
4.  Ay, out of sight is out of mind! Politeness easy is to you; Friends everywhere,and not a few, Wiser than I am, you will find.Faust
5.   Pander, avaunt!
6.  Margaret

应用

1.  Look now at yonder eager crew, How naively they're jesting! That they havetender hearts and true, They stoutly keep protesting!Musaget
2.  Margaret (with a lamp)
3.  Margaret
4、  Faust
5、  But 'tis my will!

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  • 王大锤 08-11

      The doctor?

  • 蔺素琴 08-11

      (who all this time has been standing before a looking - glass, nowapproaching, and now retiring from it)

  • 池向东 08-11

       Quick, bring a light!

  • 阿莫多瓦 08-11

      No greetings to a sweetheart! No love - songs shall there be!Frosch

  • 杨婧 08-10

    {  Faust

  • 徐旭东 08-09

      Manager. Dramatic Poet. Merryman.}

  • 伏立群 08-09

      Faust

  • 王莉 08-09

      And how must I thy services repay?

  • 林宏鸣 08-08

       I have, alas! Philosophy, Medicine, Jurisprudence too, And to my costTheology, With ardent labour, studied through. And here I stand, with all mylore, Poor fool, no wiser than before. Magister, doctor styled, indeed,Already these ten years I lead, Up, down, across, and to and fro, My pupilsby the nose, - and learn, That we in truth can nothing know! That in my heartlike fire doth burn. 'Tis true I've more cunning than all your dull tribe, Magisterand doctor, priest, parson, and scribe; Scruple or doubt comes not to enthrallme, Neither can devil nor hell now appal me Hence also my heart must allpleasure forego! I may not pretend, aught rightly to know, I may not pretend,through teaching, to find A means to improve or convert mankind. Then Ihave neither goods nor treasure, No worldly honour, rank, or pleasure; Nodog in such fashion would longer live! Therefore myself to magic I give, Inhope, through spirit - voice and might, Secrets now veiled to bring to light,That I no more, with aching brow, Need speak of what I nothing know; ThatI the force may recognise That binds creation's inmost energies; Her vitalpowers, her embryo seeds survey, And fling the trade in empty words away.O full - orb'd moon, did but thy rays Their last upon mine anguish gaze!Beside this desk, at dead of night, Oft have I watched to hail thy light: Then,pensive friend! o'er book and scroll, With soothing power, thy radiance stole!In thy dear light, ah, might I climb, Freely, some mountain height sublime,Round mountain caves with spirits ride, In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,And, purged from knowledge - fumes, renew My spirit, in thy healing dew!Woe's me! still prison'd in the gloom Of this abhorr'd and musty room! Whereheaven's dear light itself doth pass, But dimly through the painted glass!Hemmed in by volumes thick with dust, Worm - eaten, hid 'neath rust andmould, And to the high vault's topmost bound, A smoke - stained papercompassed round; With boxes round thee piled, and glass, And many auseless instrument, With old ancestral lumber blent This is thy world! a world!alas! And dost thou ask why heaves thy heart, With tighten'd pressure in thybreast? Why the dull ache will not depart, By which thy life - pulse isoppress'd? Instead of nature's living sphere, Created for mankind of old,Brute skeletons surround thee here, And dead men's bones in smoke andmould.

  • 金准 08-06

    {  Martha

  • 泽夫·罗特施泰因 08-06

      No greetings to a sweetheart! No love - songs shall there be!Frosch

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