Scenes From The Faust Of Goethe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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SCENE PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN	A
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THE LORD AND THE HOST OF HEAVEN	A
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ENTER THREE ARCHANGELS	B
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RAPHAEL	C
The sun makes music as of old	D
Amid the rival spheres of Heaven	A
On its predestined circle rolled	D
With thunder speed the Angels even	E
Draw strength from gazing on its glance	F
Though none its meaning fathom may	G
The world's unwithered countenance	H
Is bright as at Creation's day	G
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GABRIEL	I
And swift and swift with rapid lightness	J
The adorned Earth spins silently	K
Alternating Elysian brightness	J
With deep and dreadful night the sea	K
Foams in broad billows from the deep	L
Up to the rocks and rocks and Ocean	A
Onward with spheres which never sleep	L
Are hurried in eternal motion	A
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MICHAEL	I
And tempests in contention roar	M
From land to sea from sea to land	N
And raging weave a chain of power	O
Which girds the earth as with a band	N
A flashing desolation there	P
Flames before the thunder's way	G
But Thy servants Lord revere	Q
The gentle changes of Thy day	G
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CHORUS OF THE THREE	K
The Angels draw strength from Thy glance	F
Though no one comprehend Thee may	G
Thy world's unwithered countenance	H
Is bright as on Creation's day	G
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NOTE	R
RAPHAEL	C
The sun sounds according to ancient custom	S
In the song of emulation of his brother spheres	T
And its fore written circle	I
Fulfils with a step of thunder	O
Its countenance gives the Angels strength	U
Though no one can fathom it	V
The incredible high works	W
Are excellent as at the first day	G
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GABRIEL	I
And swift and inconceivably swift	X
The adornment of earth winds itself round	Y
And exchanges Paradise clearness	W
With deep dreadful night	Z
The sea foams in broad waves	W
From its deep bottom up to the rocks	W
And rocks and sea are torn on together	O
In the eternal swift course of the spheres	W
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MICHAEL	I
And storms roar in emulation	A
From sea to land from land to sea	W
And make raging a chain	A2
Of deepest operation round about	B2
There flames a flashing destruction	A
Before the path of the thunderbolt	C2
But Thy servants Lord revere	Q
The gentle alternations of Thy day	G
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CHORUS	W
Thy countenance gives the Angels strength	U
Though none can comprehend Thee	W
And all Thy lofty works	W
Are excellent as at the first day	G
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Such is a literal translation of this astonishing chorus it is	W
impossible to represent in another language the melody of the	D2
versification even the volatile strength and delicacy of the ideas	W
escape in the crucible of translation and the reader is surprised to	E2
find a caput mortuum SHELLEY'S NOTE	R
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ENTER MEPHISTOPHELES	W
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
As thou O Lord once more art kind enough	F2
To interest Thyself in our affairs	W
And ask 'How goes it with you there below '	-
And as indulgently at other times	W
Thou tookest not my visits in ill part	G2
Thou seest me here once more among Thy household	D
Though I should scandalize this company	W
You will excuse me if I do not talk	H2
In the high style which they think fashionable	I
My pathos certainly would make You laugh too	E2
Had You not long since given over laughing	I2
Nothing know I to say of suns and worlds	W
I observe only how men plague themselves	W
The little god o' the world keeps the same stamp	J2
As wonderful as on creation's day	G
A little better would he live hadst Thou	K2
Not given him a glimpse of Heaven's light	Z
Which he calls reason and employs it only	W
To live more beastlily than any beast	L2
With reverence to Your Lordship be it spoken	A
He's like one of those long legged grasshoppers	W
Who flits and jumps about and sings for ever	O
The same old song i' the grass There let him lie	M2
Burying his nose in every heap of dung	N2
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NOTES	W
certainly would editions would certainly	W
beastlily beastily editions	W
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THE LORD	O2
Have you no more to say Do you come here	P2
Always to scold and cavil and complain	A2
Seems nothing ever right to you on earth	Q2
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
No Lord I find all there as ever bad at best	R2
Even I am sorry for man's days of sorrow	S2
I could myself almost give up the pleasure	O
Of plaguing the poor things	W
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THE LORD	O2
Knowest thou Faust	T2
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
The Doctor	O
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THE LORD	O2
Ay My servant Faust	T2
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
In truth	U2
He serves You in a fashion quite his own	V2
And the fool's meat and drink are not of earth	Q2
His aspirations bear him on so far	W2
That he is half aware of his own folly	W
For he demands from Heaven its fairest star	W2
And from the earth the highest joy it bears	W
Yet all things far and all things near are vain	A2
To calm the deep emotions of his breast	R2
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THE LORD	O2
Though he now serves Me in a cloud of error	O
I will soon lead him forth to the clear day	G
When trees look green full well the gardener knows	W
That fruits and blooms will deck the coming year	Q
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
What will You bet now am sure of winning	I2
Only observe You give me full permission	A
To lead him softly on my path	X2
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THE LORD	O2
As long	Y2
As he shall live upon the earth so long	Y2
Is nothing unto thee forbidden Man	Z2
Must err till he has ceased to struggle	I
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Thanks	W
And that is all I ask for willingly	W
I never make acquaintance with the dead	A3
The full fresh cheeks of youth are food for me	W
And if a corpse knocks I am not at home	B3
For I am like a cat I like to play	G
A little with the mouse before I eat it	V
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THE LORD	O2
Well well it is permitted thee Draw thou	K2
His spirit from its springs as thou find'st power	O
Seize him and lead him on thy downward path	X2
And stand ashamed when failure teaches thee	W
That a good man even in his darkest longings	W
Is well aware of the right way	G
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Well and good	C3
I am not in much doubt about my bet	D3
And if I lose then 'tis Your turn to crow	S2
Enjoy Your triumph then with a full breast	R2
Ay dust shall he devour and that with pleasure	O
Like my old paramour the famous Snake	E3
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THE LORD	O2
Pray come here when it suits you for I never	O
Had much dislike for people of your sort	F3
And among all the Spirits who rebelled	G3
The knave was ever the least tedious to Me	W
The active spirit of man soon sleeps and soon	H3
He seeks unbroken quiet therefore I	M2
Have given him the Devil for a companion	A
Who may provoke him to some sort of work	I3
And must create forever But ye pure	J3
Children of God enjoy eternal beauty	W
Let that which ever operates and lives	W
Clasp you within the limits of its love	K3
And seize with sweet and melancholy thoughts	W
The floating phantoms of its loveliness	W
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HEAVEN CLOSES THE ARCHANGELS EXEUNT	W
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
From time to time I visit the old fellow	S2
And I take care to keep on good terms with Him	L3
Civil enough is the same God Almighty	W
To talk so freely with the Devil himself	M3
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SCENE MAY DAY NIGHT	W
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THE HARTZ MOUNTAIN A DESOLATE COUNTRY	W
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FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES	W
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Would you not like a broomstick As for me	W
I wish I had a good stout ram to ride	W
For we are still far from the appointed place	W
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FAUST	W
This knotted staff is help enough for me	W
Whilst I feel fresh upon my legs What good	W
Is there in making short a pleasant way	G
To creep along the labyrinths of the vales	W
And climb those rocks where ever babbling springs	W
Precipitate themselves in waterfalls	W
Is the true sport that seasons such a path	X2
Already Spring kindles the birchen spray	G
And the hoar pines already feel her breath	N3
Shall she not work also within our limbs	W
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Nothing of such an influence do I feel	O3
My body is all wintry and I wish	P3
The flowers upon our path were frost and snow	S2
But see how melancholy rises now	K2
Dimly uplifting her belated beam	Q3
The blank unwelcome round of the red moon	H3
And gives so bad a light that every step	R3
One stumbles 'gainst some crag With your permission	A
I'll call on Ignis fatuus to our aid	W
I see one yonder burning jollily	O3
Halloo my friend may I request that you	E2
Would favour us with your bright company	W
Why should you blaze away there to no purpose	W
Pray be so good as light us up this way	G
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IGNIS FATUUS	W
With reverence be it spoken I will try	M2
To overcome the lightness of my nature	O
Our course you know is generally zigzag	S3
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Ha ha your worship thinks you have to deal	O3
With men Go straight on in the Devil's name	T3
Or I shall puff your flickering life out	W
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NOTE	W
shall puff will blow	O3
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IGNIS FATUUS	W
Well	O3
I see you are the master of the house	W
I will accommodate myself to you	E2
Only consider that to night this mountain	A
Is all enchanted and if Jack a lantern	U3
Shows you his way though you should miss your own	V2
You ought not to be too exact with him	L3
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FAUST MEPHISTOPHELES AND IGNIS FATUUS IN ALTERNATE CHORUS	W
The limits of the sphere of dream	Q3
The bounds of true and false are past	W
Lead us on thou wandering Gleam	Q3
Lead us onward far and fast	W
To the wide the desert waste	W
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But see how swift advance and shift	W
Trees behind trees row by row	O3
How clift by clift rocks bend and lift	W
Their frowning foreheads as we go	O3
The giant snouted crags ho ho	O3
How they snort and how they blow	O3
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Through the mossy sods and stones	W
Stream and streamlet hurry down	V3
A rushing throng A sound of song	Y2
Beneath the vault of Heaven is blown	V2
Sweet notes of love the speaking tones	W
Of this bright day sent down to say	W
That Paradise on Earth is known	V2
Resound around beneath above	K3
All we hope and all we love	K3
Finds a voice in this blithe strain	A2
Which wakens hill and wood and rill	O3
And vibrates far o'er field and vale	O3
And which Echo like the tale	O3
Of old times repeats again	W3
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To whoo to whoo near nearer now	K2
The sound of song the rushing throng	Y2
Are the screech the lapwing and the jay	W
All awake as if 'twere day	W
See with long legs and belly wide	W
A salamander in the brake	E3
Every root is like a snake	E3
And along the loose hillside	W
With strange contortions through the night	W
Curls to seize or to affright	W
And animated strong and many	W
They dart forth polypus antennae	W
To blister with their poison spume	Q3
The wanderer Through the dazzling gloom	Q3
The many coloured mice that thread	W
The dewy turf beneath our tread	W
In troops each other's motions cross	W
Through the heath and through the moss	W
And in legions intertangled	W
The fire flies flit and swarm and throng	Y2
Till all the mountain depths are spangled	W
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Tell me shall we go or stay	W
Shall we onward Come along	Y2
Everything around is swept	W
Forward onward far away	W
Trees and masses intercept	W
The sight and wisps on every side	W
Are puffed up and multiplied	W
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NOTES	W
frowning fawning	I2
brake lake	E3
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Now vigorously seize my skirt and gain	A2
This pinnacle of isolated crag	E3
One may observe with wonder from this point	W
How Mammon glows among the mountains	W
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FAUST	W
Ay	W
And strangely through the solid depth below	O3
A melancholy light like the red dawn	X3
Shoots from the lowest gorge of the abyss	W
Of mountains lightning hitherward there rise	W
Pillars of smoke here clouds float gently by	M2
Here the light burns soft as the enkindled air	P
Or the illumined dust of golden flowers	W
And now it glides like tender colours spreading	E3
And now bursts forth in fountains from the earth	Q2
And now it winds one torrent of broad light	W
Through the far valley with a hundred veins	W
And now once more within that narrow corner	O
Masses itself into intensest splendour	O
And near us see sparks spring out of the ground	W
Like golden sand scattered upon the darkness	W
The pinnacles of that black wall of mountains	W
That hems us in are kindled	W
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Rare in faith	Y3
Does not Sir Mammon gloriously illuminate	W
His palace for this festival it is	W
A pleasure which you had not known before	O
I spy the boisterous guests already	W
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FAUST	W
How	K2
The children of the wind rage in the air	O
With what fierce strokes they fall upon my neck	E3
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NOTE	W
How Now	K2
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Cling tightly to the old ribs of the crag	E3
Beware for if with them thou warrest	W
In their fierce flight towards the wilderness	W
Their breath will sweep thee into dust and drag	E3
Thy body to a grave in the abyss	W
A cloud thickens the night	W
Hark how the tempest crashes through the forest	W
The owls fly out in strange affright	W
The columns of the evergreen palaces	W
Are split and shattered	W
The roots creak and stretch and groan	V2
And ruinously overthrown	V2
The trunks are crushed and shattered	W
By the fierce blast's unconquerable stress	W
Over each other crack and crash they all	O3
In terrible and intertangled fall	O3
And through the ruins of the shaken mountain	A
The airs hiss and howl	O3
It is not the voice of the fountain	A
Nor the wolf in his midnight prowl	O3
Dost thou not hear	O
Strange accents are ringing	E3
Aloft afar anear	O
The witches are singing	E3
The torrent of a raging wizard song	E3
Streams the whole mountain along	E3
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NOTE	W
shattered scattered Rossetti	W
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CHORUS OF WITCHES	W
The stubble is yellow the corn is green	Z3
Now to the Brocken the witches go	E3
The mighty multitude here may be seen	Z3
Gathering wizard and witch below	E3
Sir Urian is sitting aloft in the air	O
Hey over stock and hey over stone	V2
'Twixt witches and incubi what shall be done	A
Tell it who dare tell it who dare	O
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NOTE	W
Urian Urean editions	W
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A VOICE	W
Upon a sow swine whose farrows were nine	A4
Old Baubo rideth alone	V2
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CHORUS	W
Honour her to whom honour is due	W
Old mother Baubo honour to you	W
An able sow with old Baubo upon her	O
Is worthy of glory and worthy of honour	O
The legion of witches is coming behind	W
Darkening the night and outspeeding the wind	W
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A VOICE	W
Which way comest thou	K2
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A VOICE	W
Over Ilsenstein	V2
The owl was awake in the white moonshine	V2
I saw her at rest in her downy nest	W
And she stared at me with her broad bright eyne	V2
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NOTE	W
eyne nd edition eye st edition	V2
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VOICES	W
And you may now as well take your course on to Hell	O3
Since you ride by so fast on the headlong blast	W
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A VOICE	W
She dropped poison upon me as I passed	W
Here are the wounds	W
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CHORUS OF WITCHES	W
Come away come along	E3
The way is wide the way is long	E3
But what is that for a Bedlam throng	E3
Stick with the prong and scratch with the broom	Q3
The child in the cradle lies strangled at home	Q3
And the mother is clapping her hands	W
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SEMICHORUS OF WIZARDS	W
We glide in	V2
Like snails when the women are all away	W
And from a house once given over to sin	V2
Woman has a thousand steps to stray	W
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SEMICHORUS	W
A thousand steps must a woman take	E3
Where a man but a single spring will make	E3
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VOICES ABOVE	K3
Come with us come with us from Felsensee	W
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NOTE	W
Felsensee Relics of Shelley page	B4
Felumee Felunsee editions	W
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VOICES BELOW	E3
With what joy would we fly through the upper sky	E3
We are washed we are 'nointed stark naked are we	W
But our toil and our pain are forever in vain	V2
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NOTE	W
are editions is	W
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BOTH CHORUSES	W
The wind is still the stars are fled	W
The melancholy moon is dead	W
The magic notes like spark on spark	E3
Drizzle whistling through the dark Come away	W
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VOICES BELOW	E3
Stay Oh stay	W
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VOICES ABOVE	K3
Out of the crannies of the rocks	W
Who calls	W
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VOICES BELOW	E3
Oh let me join your flocks	W
I three hundred years have striven	V2
To catch your skirt and mount to Heaven	V2
And still in vain Oh might I be	W
With company akin to me	W
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BOTH CHORUSES	W
Some on a ram and some on a prong	E3
On poles and on broomsticks we flutter along	E3
Forlorn is the wight who can rise not to night	W
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A HALF WITCH BELOW	E3
I have been tripping this many an hour	O
Are the others already so far before	O
No quiet at home and no peace abroad	W
And less methinks is found by the road	W
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CHORUS OF WITCHES	W
Come onward away aroint thee aroint	W
A witch to be strong must anoint anoint	W
Then every trough will be boat enough	F2
With a rag for a sail we can sweep through the sky	E3
Who flies not to night when means he to fly	E3
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BOTH CHORUSES	W
We cling to the skirt and we strike on the ground	W
Witch legions thicken around and around	W
Wizard swarms cover the heath all over	O
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THEY DESCEND	W
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
What thronging dashing raging rustling	E3
What whispering babbling hissing bustling	E3
What glimmering spurting stinking burning	E3
As Heaven and Earth were overturning	E3
There is a true witch element about us	W
Take hold on me or we shall be divided	W
Where are you	W
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NOTE	W
What wanting	E3
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FAUST FROM A DISTANCE	W
Here	O
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
What	W
I must exert my authority in the house	W
Place for young Voland pray make way good people	O3
Take hold on me doctor an with one step	R3
Let us escape from this unpleasant crowd	W
They are too mad for people of my sort	W
Just there shines a peculiar kind of light	W
Something attracts me in those bushes Come	Q3
This way we shall slip down there in a minute	W
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FAUST	W
Spirit of Contradiction Well lead on	V2
'Twere a wise feat indeed to wander out	W
Into the Brocken upon May day night	W
And then to isolate oneself in scorn	V2
Disgusted with the humours of the time	Q3
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
See yonder round a many coloured flame	Q3
A merry club is huddled altogether	O
Even with such little people as sit there	O
One would not be alone	V2
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FAUST	W
Would that I were	O
Up yonder in the glow and whirling smoke	E3
Where the blind million rush impetuously	O3
To meet the evil ones there might I solve	C4
Many a riddle that torments me	W
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Yet	W
Many a riddle there is tied anew	W
Inextricably Let the great world rage	B4
We will stay here safe in the quiet dwellings	W
'Tis an old custom Men have ever built	W
Their own small world in the great world of all	O3
I see young witches naked there and old ones	W
Wisely attired with greater decency	W
Be guided now by me and you shall buy	E3
A pound of pleasure with a dram of trouble	O3
I hear them tune their instruments one must	W
Get used to this damned scraping Come I'll lead you	W
Among them and what there you do and see	W
As a fresh compact 'twixt us two shall be	W
How say you now this space is wide enough	F2
Look forth you cannot see the end of it	W
An hundred bonfires burn in rows and they	W
Who throng around them seem innumerable	O3
Dancing and drinking jabbering making love	K3
And cooking are at work Now tell me friend	W
What is there better in the world than this	W
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NOTE	W
An A editions	W
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FAUST	W
In introducing us do you assume	Q3
The character of Wizard or of Devil	O3
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
In truth I generally go about	W
In strict incognito and yet one likes	W
To wear one's orders upon gala days	W
I have no ribbon at my knee but here	O
At home the cloven foot is honourable	O3
See you that snail there she comes creeping up	D4
And with her feeling eyes hath smelt out something	E3
I could not if I would mask myself here	O
Come now we'll go about from fire to fire	O
I'll be the Pimp and you shall be the Lover	O
TO SOME OLD WOMEN WHO ARE SITTING ROUND A HEAP OF GLIMMERING COALS	W
Old gentlewomen what do you do out here	O
You ought to be with the young rioters	W
Right in the thickest of the revelry	W
But every one is best content at home	Q3
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NOTE	W
my wanting	E3
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General	O3
Who dare confide in right or a just claim	Q3
So much as I had done for them and now	V2
With women and the people 'tis the same	Q3
Youth will stand foremost ever age may go	E3
To the dark grave unhonoured	W
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NOTE	W
right editions night	W
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MINISTER	O
Nowadays	W
People assert their rights they go too far	O
But as for me the good old times I praise	W
Then we were all in all 'twas something worth	Q2
One's while to be in place and wear a star	O
That was indeed the golden age on earth	Q2
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PARVENU	V2
We too are active and we did and do	W
What we ought not perhaps and yet we now	V2
Will seize whilst all things are whirled round and round	W
A spoke of Fortune's wheel and keep our ground	W
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NOTE	W
Parvenu Note A sort of fundholder editions	W
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AUTHOR	O
Who now can taste a treatise of deep sense	W
And ponderous volume 'tis impertinence	W
To write what none will read therefore will I	E3
To please the young and thoughtless people try	E3
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NOTE	W
ponderous wonderous	W
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MEPHISTOPHELES WHO AT ONCE APPEARS TO HAVE GROWN VERY OLD	W
I	E3
find the people ripe for the last day	W
Since I last came up to the wizard mountain	V2
And as my little cask runs turbid now	V2
So is the world drained to the dregs	W
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PEDLAR WITCH	E4
Look here	O
Gentlemen do not hurry on so fast	W
And lose the chance of a good pennyworth	Q2
I have a pack full of the choicest wares	W
Of every sort and yet in all my bundle	O3
Is nothing like what may be found on earth	Q2
Nothing that in a moment will make rich	E4
Men and the world with fine malicious mischief	F2
There is no dagger drunk with blood no bowl	O3
From which consuming poison may be drained	W
By innocent and healthy lips no jewel	O3
The price of an abandoned maiden's shame	Q3
No sword which cuts the bond it cannot loose	W
Or stabs the wearer's enemy in the back	E3
No	V2
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MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Gossip you know little of these times	W
What has been has been what is done is past	W
They shape themselves into the innovations	W
They breed and innovation drags us with it	W
The torrent of the crowd sweeps over us	W
You think to impel and are yourself impelled	W
	-
FAUST	W
What is that yonder	O
	-
MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Mark her well It is	W
Lilith	Q2
	-
FAUST	W
Who	W
	-
MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Lilith the first wife of Adam	Q3
Beware of her fair hair for she excels	W
All women in the magic of her locks	W
And when she winds them round a young man's neck	E3
She will not ever set him free again	V2
	-
FAUST	W
There sit a girl and an old woman they	Q2
Seem to be tired with pleasure and with play	Q2
	-
MEPHISTOPHELES	W
There is no rest to night for any one	V2
When one dance ends another is begun	V2
Come let us to it We shall have rare fun	V2
	-
FAUST DANCES AND SINGS WITH A GIRL AND	W
MEPHISTOPHELES WITH AN OLD WOMAN	V2
	-
FAUST	W
I had once a lovely dream	Q3
In which I saw an apple tree	W
Where two fair apples with their gleam	Q3
To climb and taste attracted me	W
	-
NOTES	W
So Boscombe manuscript Westminster Review July	E3
wanting	E3
	-
THE GIRL	O3
She with apples you desired	W
From Paradise came long ago	V2
With you I feel that if required	W
Such still within my garden grow	V2
	-
	-
	-
PROCTO PHANTASMIST	W
What is this cursed multitude about	W
Have we not long since proved to demonstration	V2
That ghosts move not on ordinary feet	W
But these are dancing just like men and women	V2
	-
NOTE	W
Procto Phantasmist Brocto Phantasmist editions	W
	-
THE GIRL	O3
What does he want then at our ball	O3
	-
FAUST	W
Oh he	W
Is far above us all in his conceit	W
Whilst we enjoy he reasons of enjoyment	W
And any step which in our dance we tread	W
If it be left out of his reckoning	E3
Is not to be considered as a step	R3
There are few things that scandalize him not	W
And when you whirl round in the circle now	V2
As he went round the wheel in his old mill	O3
He says that you go wrong in all respects	W
Especially if you congratulate him	Q3
Upon the strength of the resemblance	W
	-
PROCTO PHANTASMIST	W
Fly	E3
Vanish Unheard of impudence What still there	O
In this enlightened age too since you have been	V2
Proved not to exist But this infernal brood	W
Will hear no reason and endure no rule	O3
Are we so wise and is the POND still haunted	W
How long have I been sweeping out this rubbish	P3
Of superstition and the world will not	W
Come clean with all my pains it is a case	W
Unheard of	K3
	-
NOTE	W
pond wanting in Boscombe manuscript	W
	-
THE GIRL	O3
Then leave off teasing us so	V2
	-
PROCTO PHANTASMIST	W
I tell you spirits to your faces now	V2
That I should not regret this despotism	Q3
Of spirits but that mine can wield it not	W
To night I shall make poor work of it	W
Yet I will take a round with you and hope	F4
Before my last step in the living dance	W
To beat the poet and the devil together	O
	-
MEPHISTOPHELES	W
At last he will sit down in some foul puddle	O3
That is his way of solacing himself	M3
Until some leech diverted with his gravity	W
Cures him of spirits and the spirit together	O
TO FAUST WHO HAS SECEDED FROM THE DANCE	W
Why do you let that fair girl pass from you	W
Who sung so sweetly to you in the dance	W
	-
FAUST	W
A red mouse in the middle of her singing	E3
Sprung from her mouth	Q2
	-
MEPHISTOPHELES	W
That was all right my friend	W
Be it enough that the mouse was not gray	Q2
Do not disturb your hour of happiness	W
With close consideration of such trifles	W
	-
FAUST	W
Then saw I	E3
	-
MEPHISTOPHELES	W
What	W
	-
FAUST	W
Seest thou not a pale	O3
Fair girl standing alone far far away	Q2
She drags herself now forward with slow steps	W
And seems as if she moved with shackled feet	W
I cannot overcome the thought that she	W
Is like poor Margaret	W
	-
MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Let it be pass on	V2
No good can come of it it is not well	O3
To meet it it is an enchanted phantom	Q3
A lifeless idol with its numbing look	E3
It freezes up the blood of man and they	Q2
Who meet its ghastly stare are turned to stone	V2
Like those who saw Medusa	W
	-
FAUST	W
Oh too true	W
Her eyes are like the eyes of a fresh corpse	W
Which no beloved hand has closed alas	W
That is the breast which Margaret yielded to me	W
Those are the lovely limbs which I enjoyed	W
	-
NOTE	W
breast editions heart	W
	-
MEPHISTOPHELES	W
It is all magic poor deluded fool	O3
She looks to every one like his first love	K3
	-
FAUST	W
Oh what delight what woe I cannot turn	V2
My looks from her sweet piteous countenance	W
How strangely does a single blood red line	V2
Not broader than the sharp edge of a knife	G4
Adorn her lovely neck	E3
	-
MEPHISTOPHELES	W
Ay she can carry	W
Her head under her arm upon occasion	V2
Perseus has cut it off for her These pleasures	W
End in delusion Gain this rising ground	W
It is as airy here as in a	W
And if I am not mightily deceived	W
I see a theatre What may this mean	V2
	-
ATTENDANT	W
Quite a new piece the last of seven for 'tis	W
The custom now to represent that number	O
'Tis written by a Dilettante and	W
The actors who perform are Dilettanti	W
Excuse me gentlemen but I must vanish	P3
I am a Dilettante curtain lifter	O

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