Here loads of lances, in my blood embrued, Again shoot upward, by my blood renew'd.
"The Aeneid" by Virgil
Under his direction that unhappy king had again and again embrued his hands in innocent blood.
"Alfgar the Dane or the Second Chronicle of Aescendune" by A. D. Crake
Would you your hand in Selin's blood embrue?
"The Works Of John Dryden, Volume 4 (of 18)" by John Dryden
The flowers that glisten'd with her tears bedew'd, Now shrunk and languish'd with her blood embru'd.
"The Lusiad" by Luís de Camões
"Is it the dim and glossy hue
"That marks him for despair?—
"While men with blood their hands embrue,
"And mock the wretch's pray'r?
"Shall guiltless Slaves the Scourge of tyrants feel,
"And, e'en before their GOD ! unheard, unpitied kneel.
"The Negro Girl" by Mary Darby Robinson