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类型【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1:崔执凤 大小:hR4WPN8u13775KB 下载:kwS9PxR910168次
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日期:2020-08-04 14:40:50
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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  Mephistopheles
2.  In this mood thou mayst venture it. But make The compact! I at once willundertake To charm thee with mine arts. I'll give thee more Than mortal eyehath e'er beheld before.
3.  Siebel
4.  Alas! it long hath sorely troubled me, To see thee in such odious company.Faust
5.  Faust
6.  Christ is arisen, Redeem'd from decay. The bonds which imprison Your souls,rend away! Praising the Lord with zeal, By deeds that love reveal, Likebrethren true and leal Sharing the daily meal, To all that sorrow feelWhisp'ring of heaven's weal, Still is the master near, Still is he here!Before The Gate

计划指导

1.  Margaret (at the window)
2.  And dare a voice of merely human birth, E'en here, where shapes immortalthrong'd intrude? Yet ah! thou poorest of the sons of earth, For once, I e'ento thee feel gratitude. Despair the power of sense did well - nigh blast, Andthou didst save me ere I sank dismay'd, So giant - like the vision seem'd, sovast, I felt myself shrink dwarf'd as I survey'd!I, God's own image, from this toil of clay Already freed, with eager joy whohail'd The mirror of eternal truth unveil'd, Mid light effulgent and celestial day:I, more than cherub, whose unfetter'd soul With penetrative glance aspir'd toflow Through nature's veins, and, still creating, know The life of gods, - howam I punish'd now! One thunder - word hath hurl'd me from the goal!Spirit! I dare not lift me to thy sphere. What though my power compell'd theeto appear, My art was powerless to detain thee here. In that great moment,rapture - fraught, I felt myself so small, so great; Fiercely didst thrust me fromthe realm of thought Back on humanity's uncertain fate! Who'll teach me now?What ought I to forego? Ought I that impulse to obey? Alas! our every deed,as well as every woe, Impedes the tenor of life's onward way!E'en to the noblest by the soul conceiv'd, Some feelings cling of baser quality;And when the goods of this world are achiev'd, Each nobler aim is termed acheat, a lie. Our aspirations, our soul's genuine life, Grow torpid in the din ofearthly strife. Though youthful phantasy, while hope inspires, Stretch o'er theinfinite her wing sublime, A narrow compass limits her desires, When wreck'dour fortunes in the gulf of time. In the deep heart of man care builds her nest,O'er secret woes she broodeth there, Sleepless she rocks herself and scarethjoy and rest; Still is she wont some new disguise to wear, She may as houseand court, as wife and child appear, As dagger, poison, fire and flood;Imagined evils chill thy blood,
3.  Altmayer
4.  Almighty God! I am undone!
5.  The Fair One
6.  To see me thou dost breathe thine invocation, My voice to hear, to gaze uponmy brow; Me doth thy strong entreaty bow Lo! I am here! - What coweringagitation Grasps thee, the demigod! Where's now the soul's deep cry? Whereis the breast, which in its depths a world conceiv'd And bore and cherished?which, with ecstacy, To rank itself with us, the spirits, heaved? Where artthou, Faust? whose voice I heard resound, Who towards me press'd withenergy profound? Art thou he? Thou, - who by my breath art blighted, Who,in his spirit's depths affrighted, Trembles, a crush'd and writhing worm!Faust

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1.  And she to him. 'Tis of the world the way!
2.  God pardon my dear husband, he Doth not in truth act well by me! Forth inthe world abroad to roam, And leave me on the straw at home. And yet hiswill I ne'er did thwart, God knows, I lov'd him from my heart.(She weeps.)
3.  Tiny step and lofty bound, Through dew and exhalation; Ye trip it deftly onthe ground, But gain no elevation.
4.  Frosch
5.   Now grasp my doublet - we at last A central peak have reached, whichshows, If round a wondering glance we cast, How in the mountain Mammonglows,
6.  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.

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1.  To see me thou dost breathe thine invocation, My voice to hear, to gaze uponmy brow; Me doth thy strong entreaty bow Lo! I am here! - What coweringagitation Grasps thee, the demigod! Where's now the soul's deep cry? Whereis the breast, which in its depths a world conceiv'd And bore and cherished?which, with ecstacy, To rank itself with us, the spirits, heaved? Where artthou, Faust? whose voice I heard resound, Who towards me press'd withenergy profound? Art thou he? Thou, - who by my breath art blighted, Who,in his spirit's depths affrighted, Trembles, a crush'd and writhing worm!Faust
2.  I'd yield me to the devil instantly, Did it not happen that myself am he!Faust
3.  Faust
4、  To take each other's life, I trow, Would cordially delight them! As Orpheus'lyre the beasts, so now The bagpipe doth unite them.Dogmatist
5、  Faust (alone)

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  • 陈建元 08-03

      But now, without offense or jest! You cannot quickly, I protest, In winningthis sweet child succeed. By storm we cannot take the fort, To stratagem wemust resort.

  • 俞月花 08-03

      (pointing to the beasts)

  • 珍·赛尔特 08-03

       Well, he hath paid the forfeit, and is dead. Now were I in your place, mycounsel hear; My weeds I'd wear for one chaste year, And for another lovermeanwhile would look out.

  • 曹立全 08-03

      Faust

  • 荆云辉 08-02

    {  What thus I hear Sounds plausible, yet I'm not reconciled; There's somethingwrong about it; much I fear That thou art not a Christian.Faust

  • 杨志宏 08-01

      Mephistopheles}

  • 吴越国 08-01

      (Plucking off the last leaf with fond joy.)

  • 石满妹 08-01

      Mephistopheles

  • 刘路文 07-31

       Ha! Ha! Just like yourself! You are, I ween, The same mad wag that youhave ever been!

  • 雷雨亭 07-29

    {  A Little Pair

  • 朱希敏 07-29

      So thou with thy cold devil's fist Still clench'd in malice impotent Dost thecreative power resist, The active, the beneficent! Henceforth some other taskessay, Of Chaos thou the wondrous son!

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