Chapters 13
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1 01 - Work - Read by AB 1:08
Like coral insects multitudinous, the minutes are whereof our life is made. They build it up as in the deep's blue shade it grows. It comes to light, and then, and thus, for both, there is an end. The populous sea blossoms close. Our minutes that have paid life's debt of work are spent. The work is laid before our feet that shall come after us. We may not stay to watch, if it will speed. The bard, if on some looter's string his song live sweetly yet. The hero, if his star doth shine. Work is its own best earthly mead. Else have we none more than the seaborne throng who wrought Those marvelous isles that bloom afar.
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2 02 - Work - Read by APS 1:15
Work by Jean Ingerlow. Read for LibriVox.org by Adrian Stevens. Like coral insects' multitudinous, the minutes are whereof our life is made. They build it up, as in the deep's blue shade it grows. It comes to light, and then, and thus, for both, there is an end. The populous sea blossoms close. Our minutes that have paid life's debt of work are spent. The work is laid before our feet that shall come after us. We may not stay to watch, if it will speed. The bard, if on some luter's string his song, live sweetly yet. The hero, if his star doth shine, work is its own best earthly mead. Else have we none more than the seaborne throng, who wrought those marvellous isles that bloom afar.
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3 03 - Work - Read by BK 1:11
Work by Jean Ingelow. Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk.
Like coral insects, motitudinous, The minutes are whereof our life is made. They build it up as in the deep's blue shade. It grows, it comes to light, And then and thus, for both, there is an end. The populous sea blossoms close. Our minutes that have paid life's debt of work are spent. The work is laid before our feet that shall come after us. We may not stay to watch if it will speed the bard if on some looter's string his song lives sweetly yet, the hero if his star doth shine. Work is its own best earthly mead, else have we none more than the seaborne throng. Who wrought those marvelous isles that bloom afar?
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4 04 - Work - Read by BR 1:10
Work by Jean Ingelow. Read for LibriVox.org by Bryn Roberts. Like coral insects, multitudinous the minutes are whereof our life is made. They build it up as in the deep's blue shade it grows, it comes to light, and then, and thus, for both, there is an end. The populous sea blossoms close. Our minutes that have paid life's debt of work are spent, the work is laid before our feet that shall come after us. We may not stay to watch if it will speed the bard, if on some luter's string his song lives sweetly yet, the hero, if his star doth shine. Work is its own best earthly mead. Else have we none more than the seaborne throng who wrought those marvellous isles that bloom.
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5 05 - Work - Read by CF 1:11
Work by Jean Englowe. Read for LibriVox.org by Craig Franklin.
Like coral insects multitudinous, the minutes are whereof our life is made. They build it up as in the deep's blue shade. It grows, it comes to light, and then, and thus, for both there is an end. The populous sea blossoms Close our minutes that have paid. Life's debt of work are spent. The work is laid before our feet that shall come after us. We may not stay to watch if it will speed. The bard, if on some luter string his song, lives sweetly yet. The hero, if his star does shine, work is its own best earthly mead. Else have we none more than the sea-born throng. Who wrought those marvellous isles that bloom afar?
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6 06 - Work - Read by EH 1:04
Work by Gene Ingelow. Read for LibriVox.org by Ethan Hurst.
Like coral insects multitudinous, The minutes are whereof our life is made. They build it up as in the deep's blue shade. It grows, it comes to light, And then and thus, for both, there is an end. The populous sea blossoms close. Our minutes that have paid life's debt of work are spent. The work is laid before our feet that shall come after us. We may not stay to watch if it will speed. The bard, if on some looter's string his song, lives sweetly yet. The hero, if his star doth shine. Work is its own best earthly mead. Else have we none more than the seaborne throng who wrought those marvelous isles that bloom afar.
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7 07 - Work - Read by EL0 1:18
Like coral insects multitudinous, the minutes are whereof our life is made. They build it up as in the deep's blue shade it grows, it comes to light, and then, and thus, for both, there is an end. The populous sea-blossoms close. Our minutes that have paid life's debt of work are spent. The work is laid before our feet that shall come after us. We may not stay to watch if it will speed. The bard, if on some luter's string his song lives sweetly yet. The hero, if his star doth shine. Work is its own best earthly mead, else have we none more than the sea-born throng who wrought those marvellous isles that bloom afar.
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8 08 - Work - Read by KLA 1:27
Work by Jean Ingelow. Read for LibriVox.org by Kerry Adams, your Book Boys, on the 2nd of December, 2022, at Mesa, Arizona. Like coral insects, multitudinous, the minutes are whereof our life is made. They build it up as in the deep's blue shade. It grows. It comes to light, and then, and thus for both, there is an end. The populous sea-blossoms close. Our minutes that have paid life's debt of work are spent. The work is laid before our feet that shall come after us. We may not stay to watch if it will speed. The bard, if, on some luter's string his song, Live sweetly yet, the hero, if his star doth shine. Work is its own best earthly mead. Else have we none more than the sea-born throng who wrought those marvellous isles that bloom afar.
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9 09 - Work - Read by KS 1:07
Like coral insects multitudinous, the minutes are whereof our life is made. They build it up as in the deep's blue shade. It grows, it comes to light, and then, and thus for both, there is an end. The populous sea-blossoms close, our minutes that have paid life's debt of work are spent. The work is laid before our feet that shall come after us. We may not stay to watch it if it will speed. The bard, if on some luter's string his song live sweetly yet, the hero of his star doth shine. Work is its own best earthly mead. Else have we none more than the sea-born throng who wrought those marvellous isles that bloom afar.
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10 10 - Work - Read by LAH 1:13
Work by Jean Ingelow. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett.
Like coral insects multitudinous, the minutes are whereof our life is made. They build it up as in the deep's blue shade. It grows, it comes to light, and then and thus, for both there is an end. The populous sea blossoms close. Our minutes that have paid, life's debt of work are spent. The work is laid before our feet that shall come after us. We may not stay to watch if it will speed. The bard, if on some looter's string his song, lives sweetly yet. The hero, if his star, doth shine. Work is its own best earthly mead. Else have we none more than the seaborne throng. Who wrought those marvelous isles that bloom afar.
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11 11 - Work - Read by LS 1:11
Work by Gene Ingelow. Read for LibriVox.org by Lee Salter, Elizabethtown, Pennsylvania, USA. Like coral insects, multitudinous, the minutes are whereof our life is made, they build up as in the deep's blue shade. It grows, it comes to light, and then, and thus, For both there is an end, the populace. Sea blossoms close our minutes that have paid. Life's debt of work are spent, the work is laid. Before our feet, that shall come after us, we may not stay to watch if it will speed. The bard, as if some looters string his song, lives sweetly yet, the hero, if his star doth shine, work its own best earthly mead. Else we have none more than the seaborne throng, who wrought those marvelous isles that bloom afar.
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12 12 - Work - Read by RR 1:14
Work by Jean Ingelow. Read for LibriVox.org by Red Run.
Like coral insects multitudinous, The minutes are whereof our life is made. They build it up, as in the deep's blue shade It grows, it comes to light, and then and thus, For both there is an end. The populous sea blossoms close, Our minutes that have paid life's debt of work are spent. The work is laid before their feet that shall come after us. We may not stay to watch if it will speed. The bard, if on some looter's string his song lives sweetly yet, the hero, if his star doth shine. Work is its own best earthly mead, else Have we none more than the sea-born throng who wrought those marvelous isles that bloom afar?
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13 13 - Work - Read by SDS 1:08
Work by Jean Ingelow. Read for LibriVox.org by Stepheather. November 29, 2022 Like coral insects multitudinous, The minutes are whereof our life is made. They build it up as in the deep's blue shade, It grows, it comes to light, And then, and thus, for both there is an end. The populous sea blossoms close, Our minutes that have paid, Life's debt of work are spent, The work is laid before our feet That shall come after us. We may not stay to watch, if it will speed, The bard, if on some luter's string His song, lives sweetly yet, The hero, if his star, doth shine. Work is its own best earthly mead, Else we have none more than the seaborne throng who wrought those marvelous isles that bloom afar.