Spurred
[spɜːd] or [spɝd]
Definition
(imp. & p. p.) of Spur
(a.) Wearing spurs; furnished with a spur or spurs; having shoots like spurs.
(a.) Affected with spur, or ergot; as, spurred rye.
Editor: Wallace
Examples
- I spurred my horse, who addressed his free limbs to speed, and tossed his gallant head in pride. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- No other art was spurred to activity by such strong incentives, and none received the same encouragement and reward for its development. William Henry Doolittle. Inventions in the Century.
- The sword overhung the emperor and spurred him to incessant activity. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- At other times I spurred on the animal before my companions, that I might forget them, the world, and, more than all, myself. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- Encouraged by his wife’s great interest, and spurred on by the passion for invention, Gutenberg now set himself seriously to study the problem of engraving. Rupert S. Holland. Historic Inventions.
- Turning their horses, therefore, at the same moment, the Norman spurred against the Disinherited Knight on the one side, and the Saxon on the other. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- Still as I narrated, instead of checking, he incited me to proceed he spurred me by the gesture, the smile, the half-word. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Fred spurred his horse, and they trotted on a little way. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Her sides were bleeding where you had spurred her. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- It spurred the Portuguese to fresh attempts to reach India by the South African route. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- When, at last, Haley appeared, booted and spurred, he was saluted with the bad tidings on every hand. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- But as usual this apparently insurmountable difficulty only spurred him on to further effort. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- He had been spurred and whipped and heavily sweated. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- He now spurred his horse, and saying, I wish you good evening, Mr. Bulstrode; I must be getting home, set off at a trot. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
Editor: Wallace