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FAUST'S STUDY
But can what I see be real,
?~ is all some trick ideal?
TIS surely something more than nature,­
Form is changed, and size, and stature,
Larger, loftier, erecter,
~,is seeming dog must be a. spectre;-
,lth fiery eyes, jaws grinding thus,
L ike an hippopotamus,
-0 And here to bring this whelp of hell,
h, at last, I know thee well,
~or Buch half-devilish, hellish spawn,
ought's like the key of SOLOMON.
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SPIRITS without.
One is in prison:
Listen to reason:
Venture not on :
Where he hath gone
Follow him none:
'Watch we all! watch we well!
The old lynx of hell
Has fallen in the snare,
Is trapped unaware,
Like a fox in the gin ;
He is in: he is in:
Stay we without,
Sweep we about,
Backward and forward,
Southward and norward,
Our colleague assisting,
His fetters untwisting,
Lightening their pressure
By mystical measure;
At our motions and voices,
Our brother rejoices,
For us hath he offered
His safety, and suffered;
We are his debtors,
Let 's loosen his fetters.
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