Asweat

[...] Death was my red son, / Who, like an harvest man asweat with toil, / Perspires all gore, dissolved in bloody dews— [...]

[T]he dam, beholding nigh, can bring her offspring dear / No needful help, for her own limbs are bound by trembling fear, / And with a sudden dread she starts, and flies with speed increased, / Through bush and wild wood all asweat, before that strong-jawed beast; [...]

[T]he sheepish herds, / That flock around each new teacher, all asweat / With running and jostling for the nearest place, / To stare and wonder what he means and cry / "Oh, the rare teacher!" till the next one comes, [...]

[W]hen they had given / The cool wet jar, asweat with diamond-drops / Of sparkling life, that way-worn Arab laved / The muzzle of his beast, and filled her mouth; [...]

Beneath them my swarthy and hardy peasants are plodding up the hill asweat and athirst.

I threw a cloak over him for a net and struck, struck, struck, / Blindly, in the steam of the bath; he bellowed, netted, / And bubbled in the water; / All the stone vault asweat with steam bellowed; / And I undid the net and the beast was dead, and the broad vessel / Stank with his blood.

Spurred by clever organizers—a few of them are still being hunted by the FBI—a couple of hundred students, asweat with revolutionary and sexual excitement, occupied—one of the key verbs of modern political "turmoil"—the Administration Building.

It made me remember the old ballad where she wakes up in bed with her lover, and the sheets are damp and she says ‘wake up, wake up, the sheets are all asweat’, but when she looks it’s not sweat but blood in the bed.