Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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page 27 of 296 (09%)
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Thus, in our booth's contracted sphere,
The circle of Creation will appear, And move, as we deliberately impel, From Heaven, across the World, to Hell! [Illustration] [Illustration] PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN THE LORD THE HEAVENLY HOST _Afterwards_ MEPHISTOPHELES (_The_ THREE ARCHANGELS _come forward_.) RAPHAEL The sun-orb sings, in emulation, 'Mid brother-spheres, his ancient round: His path predestined through Creation He ends with step of thunder-sound. The angels from his visage splendid Draw power, whose measure none can say; The lofty works, uncomprehended, Are bright as on the earliest day. GABRIEL And swift, and swift beyond conceiving, |
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