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    "name": "Faust I (1808)"
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    "num": 1,
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    "title": "Dedication",
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    "text": "Festus ye come, ye hovering Forms! I find ye,\nAs early to my clouded sight ye shone!\n\nShall I attempt, this once, to seize and bind ye?\n\nStill o'er my heart is that illusion thrown?\n\nYe crowd more near! Then, be the reign assigned ye,\n\nAnd sway me from your misty, shadowy zone!\n\n_ My bosom thrills, with youthful passion shaken,\n\nFrom magic airs that round your march awaken.\n\nOf joyous days ye bring the blissful vision ;\n\nThe dear, familiar phantoms rise again,\n\nAnd, like an old and half-extinct tradition,\n\nFirst Love returns, with Friendship in his train.\nRenewed is Pain: with mournful repetition\n\nLife tracks his devious, labyrinthine chain,\n\nAnd names the Good, whose cheating fortune tore them\n\nFrom happy hours, and left me to deplore them.\n\n2 Faust.\n\nThey hear no longer these succeeding measures,\nThe souls, to whom my earliest songs I sang:\nDispersed the friendly troop, with all its pleasures,\nAnd still, alas! the echoes first that rang!\n\nI bring the unknown multitude my treasures ;\nTheir very plaudits give my heart a pang,\n\nAnd those beside, whose joy my Song so flattered,\nIf still they live, wide through the world are scattered.\n\nAnd grasps me now a long-unwonted yearning\n\nFor that serene and solemn Spirit-Land :\n\nMy song, to faint Aolian murmurs turning,\nSways like a harp-string by the breezes fanned.\nI thrill and tremble; tear on tear is burning,\nAnd the stern heart is tenderly unmanned.\nWhat I possess, I see far distant lying,\n\nAnd what I lost, grows real and undying.\n\nPRELUDE ON THE STAGE.'",
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