Your pardon for my importunity; Yet once more must I trouble you: Onmedicine, I'll thank you to supply A pregnant utterance or two! Three years!how brief the appointed tide! The field, heaven knows, is all too wide! If but afriendly hint be thrown, 'Tis easier then to feel one's way.Mephistopheles (aside)
Grim horror seizes thee! The trumpet sounds! The graves are shaken! Andthy heart From ashy rest For torturing flames A new created, Trembles intolife!
And what thou ne'er shall lose, o'er that dost shed the tear. I am not like thegods! Feel it I must; I'm like the earth - worm, writhing in the dust, Which, ason dust it feeds, its native fare, Crushed 'neath the passer's tread, lies buriedthere.}
Then give me back youth's golden prime, When my own spirit too wasgrowing, When from my heart th' unbidden rhyme Gush'd forth, a fount forever flowing; Then shadowy mist the world conceal'd, And every bud sweetpromise made, Of wonders yet to be reveal'd, As through the vales, withblooms inlaid, Culling a thousand flowers I stray'd. Naught had I, yet a richprofusion! The thirst for truth, joy in each fond illusion. Give me unquell'dthose impulses to prove; Rapture so deep, its ecstasy was pain, The power ofhate, the energy of love, Give me, oh give me back my youth again!Merryman
For ghosts and for the devil 'tis a law. Where they stole in, there they mustforth. We're free The first to choose; as to the second, slaves are we.Faust
Depart! elsewhere another servant choose What! shall the bard his godlikepower abuse? Man's loftiest right, kind nature's high bequest, For your meanpurpose basely sport away? Whence comes his mastery o'er the humanbreast, Whence o'er the elements his sway, But from the harmony that,gushing from his soul, Draws back into his heart the wondrous whole? Withcareless hand when round her spindle, Nature Winds the interminable threadof life; When 'mid the clash of Being every creature Mingles in harshinextricable strife; Who deals their course unvaried till it falleth, In rhythmicflow to music's measur'd tone? Each solitary note whose genius calleth, Toswell the mighty choir in unison? Who in the raging storm sees passionlow'ring? Or flush of earnest thought in evening's glow? Who every blossom insweet spring - time flowering Along the loved one's path would strow? Who,Nature's green familiar leaves entwining, Wreathe's glory's garland, won onevery field? Makes sure Olympus, heavenly powers combining? Man's mightyspirit, in the bard reveal'd!