Action is transitory,—a step, a blow;
The motion of a muscle, this way or that.
The Borderers. Act iii.
Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.[465:2]
The Borderers. Act iv. Sc. 2.
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A simple child
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,