Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English
The Collaborative International Dictionary
Steed \Steed\ (st[=e]d), n. [OE. stede, AS. st[=e]da a
stud-horse, war horse, fr. st[=o]d a stud of breeding steeds;
akin to G. stute a mare, Icel. stedda, st[=o][eth], a stud.
A horse, especially a spirited horse for state or war; --
used chiefly in poetry or stately prose. ``A knight upon a
Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed.
Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
Old English steda "stallion, stud horse," from Proto-Germanic *stodjon (source also of Old Norse stoð), from the same Germanic root as Old English stod (see stud (n.2)). In Middle English, "a great horse" (as distinguished from a palfrey), "a spirited war horse." Obsolete from 16c. except in poetic, rhetorical, or jocular language.
n. (context archaic poetic English) A stallion, especially in the sense of mount.
n. (literary) a spirited horse for state or war
Usage examples of "steed".
Luthien waited until the last possible second, then cut Riverdancer to the left, angling away from the knight, and the strong and agile steed responded, cutting hard, clumps of turf flying from its hooves.
Paganel, DISTRAIT as usual, was flung several times before he succeeded in bestriding his good steed, but once in the saddle, his inseparable telescope on his shoulder-belt, he held on well enough, keeping his feet fast in the stirrups, and trusting entirely to the sagacity of his beast.
There was a pleasing serenity about the great pompous battle scene with its solemn courtly warriors bestriding their heavily prancing steeds, grey or skewbald or dun, all gravely in earnest, and yet somehow conveying the impression that their campaigns were but vast serious picnics arranged in the grand manner.
Jaren geleden was Anne tot de conclusie gekomen dat steeds minder mensen die laatste mogelijkheid zouden kiezen en dan nog voornamelijk omdat ze vergeten waren hun kalmerende pillen te slikken.
Abroad by reinless steeds, even so the world: Yea, even as chariot-dust upon the air, It shall be sought and not found anywhere.
En zij dacht, steeds voor haar piano, nu een roulade, dan een paar voorslagen studeerende, aan andere lieve menschen, die zij kende.
Maar toen Vincent was verdwenen, vroeg zij Henk en Eline kort, of zij niet dachten te dineeren dien middag, zoodat Henk zich met een wanhopigen zucht aan tafel zette, en Eline, steeds zwijgend, het gelaat vol tragische, doodsche kalmte, haar stoel nam en haar servet langzaam openplooide.
Steeds were browsing in the shade, with loosened bits, but saddled, ready at the first sound of the bugle to skirr through brake and thicket.
Bij het beklimmen van steile ijsblokken maakt hij, naar men zegt, steeds gebruik van zijne beide lange slagtanden, waarmede hij zich vasthaakt in barsten en kloven, om vervolgens het zware lichaam op te trekken, daarna den hals op nieuw te strekken, en op deze wijze voort te gaan, tot hij de gewenschte ligplaats bereikt heeft.
The old stot had looked a sorry thing beside the sleek sand steeds that the Dornishmen were riding, with their elegant heads, long necks, and flowing manes, but he had given all he had to give.
He spun the animal out into the brisk air and encountered Sweyn and some of the men returning from working their steeds.
I was taking a walk within one hundred yards of the sentinel, when an officer arrived and alighted from his horse, threw the bridle on the neck of his steed, and walked off.
Onward again by trains which threaded the awful snow solitude and lone peaks of the Rocky Mountains, through great cities which had been waving forest solitudes but yesterday, over prairie-oceans where the far horizon showed nor hill nor tree--naught but endless flower-strewn plains, as league after league stretched beneath the tireless swift-speeding iron steed, over billowy waving seas of giant grasses and lavish herbage products of the boundless generosity of nature in the far west, over tressel bridges which trembled and vibrated as the long train wound its oscillating way across shuddering abysses.
The thickset roan gelding could not have been mistaken by the most ignorant urbanite for a fiery steed, but Miles adored him, for his dark and liquid eye, his wide velvet nose, his phlegmatic disposition equally unappalled by rushing streams or screaming aircars, but most of all for his exquisite dressage-trained responsiveness.
Without looking to the right or left to notice the scene of rural wealth on which he had so often gloated, he went straight to the stable, and with several hearty cuffs and kicks roused his steed most uncourteously from the comfortable quarters in which he was soundly sleeping, dreaming of mountains of corn and oats and whole valleys of timothy and clover.