Ablast

[…] their real metier is the giddy tenth-rate circus, ablast with drums and the roaring of wild beasts, the snuffling of freaks, and the shrieking mirth of the vulgar.

Still steaming toward the battleship, / Fogarty Feegan keeps his little guns ablast.

The radio was ablast with call-in voices, they’re griping, they’re spraying spit […]

So the next golden or profitable rule of the system soon suggested itself, viz. while you kept literary fire all ablast and crackling, to have a number of irons heating in it.

[…] John Williamson […] had spent his time and money on a process for transmuting base metals into gold. […] For months his furnace had been kept ablast, and at last the hour of the supreme test had drawn near.

[He] constantly played with matches which, he said, he “stole” from his mother, who smoked all day long. The heat they produced cracked the ashtray one day where he set ablast his mother’s pyre symbolically.