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,