Aflare

1886, Mary Noailles Murfree (as Charles Egbert Craddock), In the Clouds, Chapter 17, p. 248, the flaming base of the opposite mountain, all luridly aflare in the windy dusk

Ho! Get to lair! The sun’s aflare / Behind the breathing grass:

[The dragon] kindly breathed out a little flame, which set the packet aflare for a moment.

[…] he had not wanted to see the man when perhaps his blood was running hot and his temper aflare.

[…] Old Pye Street, Peter’s Street, and Duck Lane were aflare with the coarse lights of open naphtha lamps,

He used to tell me how you two used to go down to the harbor and watch the big liners come in at night, all aflare with lights through the Golden Gate.

[…] at last they reached a corridor which was aflare with dancing torchlight.

ballet skirts aflare

To balance like a bird with wings aflare,

The black horse paced slowly out into the open, neck arched, nostrils aflare, eyes rolling.