bedrip

"And bold Aneurim, all bedripped with gore Bursting by force from the beleaguered glen, Arrogant, haughty, fierce, of fiery mood, Not meek and mean, as Gray misunderstood. […]"

Wine shall break in sparkles o'er our lips bedripping; We are wise, and know we're by it gladden'd!

But in that dark camp was a dauntless Emir, A levin of battle, they call'd him Zobir, In irefullest mood, His rattling spurs all bedripping with blood, He sped to his leader, and cried, "Thou essayest