Making way from the kindling surges, I rode on a bridle-path Much wondering to see upon all hands, of wattles and woodwork made, Your bell-mounted churches, and Guardless the sacred cairn and the rath, And a small and a feeble populace stooping with mattock and spade.
"Poems"
W. B. Yeats
Rustic mirth goes round; The simple joke that takes the shepherd's heart, Easily pleased; the long, loud laugh, sincere; The kiss, snatched hasty from the side-long maid, On purpose Guardless, or pretending sleep; The leap, the slap, the haul; and, shook to notes Of native music, the respondent dance, Thus jocund fleets with them the winter-night.
"In The Yule-Log Glow, Vol. IV (of IV)"
Harrison S. Morris
Guardless we greet the seeker of Renown.
"The Poetical Works of Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton, Bart. M.P."
Edward Bulwer Lytton