unfearing

But the smoke and sulphur clearing, Down the mountain's side, unfearing, Phantom-like glided horse and man, As though they had no danger ran.

Nothing that's foul my page contains; Nothing the modest eye arraigns; Nothing to cause averted face— Lucretia every line might trace With calm, serene, unfearing eye, Nor blush stain cheek of Modesty.

Here brave, free, unfearing, he dwelt, "Monarch of all he surveyed."

Some homestead is missing him now; Some wife shaded her eyes in the clearing; Some mother sits moaning, distressed; While the lov’d one lies faint but unfearing, With the enemy’s ball in his breast.

Heartless, unfearing the just Gods, wilt thou, Theseus! my lord! my love! desert me thus!