adrip

[…] the air [was] sweet with the sap adrip from the orchards lately pruned […]

1913, Mary Austin, The Lovely Lady, Garden City, NY: Doubleday, Page, Part 1, p. 23

Out in the trading post he could hear them playing seven-up, could smell the brandy adrip from empty horns at the players’ elbows.

1985, Conrad Richter, “As It Was in the Beginning”, in The Rawhide Knot and Other Stories, Lincoln: University of Nebraska Press, page 153

The dust in the road was laid; trees were adrip with moisture; birds sat silent in their coverts; the morning light was wan and ghastly […]

1893, Ambrose Bierce, “The Death of Halpin Frayser”, in Can Such Things Be?, New York: Cassell, page 17

And she with Goban’s wine adrip, No more remembering what had been, Stared at the gods with laughing lip.

1913, William Butler Yeats, “The Grey Rock”, in Responsibilities and Other Poems, London: Macmillan, page 9

He was naked to the waist, his hairy breast and arms to the armpits clotted and adrip with blood, and in his hands two bloody daggers.

1922, E[ric] R[ücker] Eddison, chapter 250, in The Worm Ouroboros: A Romance, London: Jonathan Cape […], →OCLC

[…] he [Andrew Marvell] was witty with the wittiest; was caustic, humorous; his pages adrip with classicisms;

1890, Donald G. Mitchell, chapter 5, in English Lands, Letters and Kings: From Elizabeth to Anne, New York: Scribner, pages 190–191

All the big hotels here are adrip with neon, with flashing signs, nameboards that light up one letter at a time, zipping dotted arrows […]

1985, Peter Popham, chapter 5, in Tokyo: The City at the End of the World, Tokyo: Kodansha International, page 132