unasking

I fell into one of those unselfish, unasking moods which are the glory of youth: I felt that the pure heaven of love was in the depths of my being; my soul shone like a star in its atmosphere; my heart throbbed, and I cried softly to it, -- "Live! live! he is here!"

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 05, No. 31, May, 1860 Various

He must not forget or forego anything that had been gained for him; but he was her child, the child of her love -- unasking, unfettered love -- and the passion that was throbbing in him was pure and instinctive; he must not deny it or the rest would be shucks!

The Place Beyond the Winds Harry Spafford Potter 1906

Only the great, tender soul was visible to her; the unasking, the kind spirit.

The Place Beyond the Winds Harry Spafford Potter 1906

And on Sundays and holidays -- for of these latter he took, unasking, what he knew to be his due -- all day long, from cock-crowing to the going down of the sun, he would pass at Kenmuir.

Bob, Son of Battle Alfred Ollivant 1900

The mystic music calls to them, and they follow, heedless and unasking where.

Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow 1893

Aurelia's mute, adoring, unasking slave, but for the fact that she had sighed, and whispered me "Checho," and twice suffered me to kiss her hands.

The Fool Errant Maurice Hewlett 1892

But it is not in nature to resist a suit so meek, so persistent, and so unasking as Simeon's.

The Second Generation David Graham Phillips 1889

Page 82 too, Mr. Trevor appeared only as one, in whose life there was a "daily beauty that made his ugly;" and he had seen, with malignant envy, the honors and emoluments for which he had toiled through all the drudgery of a partisan, freely bestowed on the unasking and unpretending merit of a rival.

The Partisan Leader: A Novel... 1862

Time travel here consists of unasking your question and reasking it like this:

Seattle Weekly | Complete Issue 2009

That energetic type, though not often dead or dull on the side of sense, yet is incapable of steeping itself in the manifold delights of eye and ear, of nostril and touch, with the peculiar intensity of passive absorption that seeks nothing further nor deeper than unending continuance of this profound repose of all filled sensation, just as it is incapable of the kindred mood of elevated humility and joyful unasking devoutness in the presence of emotions and dim thoughts that are beyond the compass of words.

Rousseau Morley, John 1905