Sire is a form of address for reigning kings in the United Kingdom and in Belgium. It was formerly also used in France, Italy, Germany, Portugal, Sweden and Spain. Historically Sire had a wider usage. During the middle ages Sire was generally used to address a superior, a person of importance or in a position of authority or the nobility in general. The word "sire" and the French "(mon)sieur" share a common etymologic origin, both ultimately being related to the Latin senior.

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... The list below shows the leading Thoroughbred sire of broodmares in North America for each year since 1924 ... of prize money won during the year by racehorses which were foaled by a daughter of the sire ... The most frequent sires on the list are Star Shoot (5), Princequillo (8), Mr ...
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Sweep (horse) - Retirement
... Retired to Keene's Castleton Farm, Sweep was the leading sire by earnings in 1918 and again in 1925 ... He was not only a great sire but a great broodmare sire, with three daughters that produced Kentucky Derby winners ...

Famous quotes containing the word sire:

    There a captive sat in chains
    Crooning ditties treasured well
    From his Afric’s torrid plains.
    Sole estate his sire bequeathed,—
    Hapless sire to hapless son,—
    Was the wailing song he breathed,
    And his chain when life was done.
    Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)

    The sire then shook the honors of his head,
    And from his brows damps of oblivion shed
    Full on the filial dullness:
    John Dryden (1631–1700)

    Sweet fire the sire of muse, my soul needs this;
    I want the one rapture of an inspiration.
    O then if in my lagging lines you miss
    Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889)