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日期:2020-08-09 14:03:37

1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  Margaret (putting fresh flowers in the pots)
2.  A Street - An Evening Walk In The Garden
3.  I'm dying - 'tis a soon - told tale, And sooner done the deed. Why, women,do ye howl and wail? To my last words give heed! (All gather round him.) MyGretchen see! still young art thou, Art not discreet enough, I trow, Thou dostthy matters ill; Let this in confidence be said: Since thou the path of shamedost tread, Tread it with right good will!
4.  With speed, thought baffling, unabating, Earth's splendour whirls in circlingflight; Its Eden - brightness alternating With solemn, awe - inspiring night;Ocean's broad waves in wild commotion, Against the rocks' deep base arehurled; And with the spheres, both rock and ocean Eternally are swiftlywhirled.
5.  (Mephistopheles knocks.)
6.  'Tis well, I hope that we shall soon agree! For now your fancies to expel,Here, as a youth of high degree, I come in gold - lac'd scarlet vest, And stiff -silk mantle richly dress'd, A cock's gay feather for a plume, A long andpointed rapier, too; And briefly I would counsel you To don at once the samecostume, And, free from trammels, speed away, That what life is you mayessay.


1.  Ere long thou wilt proceed with pleasure, To raise the casket with its treasure;I took a peep, therein are stored, Of lion - dollars a rich hoard.Faust
2.  Loosed from their fetters are streams and rills Through the gracious spring -tide's all - quickening glow; Hope's budding joy in the vale doth blow; OldWinter back to the savage hills Withdraweth his force, decrepid now. Thenceonly impotent icy grains Scatters he as he wings his flight, Striping with sleetthe verdant plains; But the sun endureth no trace of white; Everywhere growthand movement are rife, All things investing with hues of life: Though flowersare lacking, varied of dye, Their colours the motley throng supply. Turn theearound, and from this height, Back to the town direct thy sight. Forth from thehollow, gloomy gate, Stream forth the masses, in bright array. Gladly seekthey the sun to - day; The Lord's Resurrection they celebrate: For theythemselves have risen, with joy, From tenement sordid, from cheerless room,From bonds of toil, from care and annoy, From gable and roof's o'er -hanging gloom, From crowded alley and narrow street, And from thechurches' awe - breathing night, All now have come forth into the light. Look,only look, on nimble feet, Through garden and field how spread the throng,How o'er the river's ample sheet,
3.  Why, this is nothing but a juggler's trick!
4.  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.
5.  Frosch
6.  Who calls me?


1.  Mephistopheles
2.  Faust
3.  Thou'rt right indeed; no traces now I see Whatever of a spirit's agency. 'Tistraining - nothing more.
4.  (To the Monkeys)
5.   Oberon
6.  Through reverence, I hope I may subdue The lightness of my nature; true, Ourcourse is but a zigzag one.


1.  Frosch, Brander, Siebel, Altmayer,
2.  Settled!
3.  A writing, Pedant! dost demand from me? Man, and man's plighted word, arethese unknown to thee? Is't not enough, that by the word I gave, My doomfor evermore is cast? Doth not the world in all its currents rave, And must apromise hold me fast? Yet fixed is this delusion in our heart; Who, of his ownfree will, therefrom would part? How blest within whose breast truth reignethpure! No sacrifice will he repent when made! A formal deed, with seal andsignature, A spectre this from which all shrink afraid. The word its liferesigneth in the pen, Leather and wax usurp the mastery then. Spirits of evil!what dost thou require? Brass, marble, parchment, paper, dost desire? Shall Iwith chisel, pen, or graver write? Thy choice is free; to me 'tis all the same.Mephistopheles
4、  Frosch
5、  The holy Roman empire now, How holds it still together?Brander




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      What wilt thou wager? Him thou yet shall lose, If leave to me thou wilt butgive, Gently to lead him as I choose!

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    {  And the danger to which thou dost expose thyself? Know, the guilt of blood,shed by thy hand, lies yet upon the town. Over the place where fell themurdered one, avenging spirits hover and watch for the returning murderer.Faust

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