Careful Words

empire (n.)

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,

That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,

And put it in his pocket!

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

  The empire is peace.

My mind to me an empire is,

While grace affordeth health.

Robert Southwell (1560-1595): Loo Home.

  Powerful indeed is the empire of habit.

Publius Syrus (42 b c): Maxim 305.

  Except by name, Jean Paul Friedrich Richter is little known out of Germany. The only thing connected with him, we think, that has reached this country is his saying,—imported by Madame de Staël, and thankfully pocketed by most newspaper critics,—"Providence has given to the French the empire of the land; to the English that of the sea; to the Germans that of—the air!"

Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881): Richter. Edinburgh Review, 1827.

  Except by name, Jean Paul Friedrich Richter is little known out of Germany. The only thing connected with him, we think, that has reached this country is his saying,—imported by Madame de Staël, and thankfully pocketed by most newspaper critics,—"Providence has given to the French the empire of the land; to the English that of the sea; to the Germans that of—the air!"

Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881): Richter. Edinburgh Review, 1827.

For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,

And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,

Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.

Edmund Spenser (1553-1599): Faerie Queene. Book vii. Canto xi. St. 33.

  Except by name, Jean Paul Friedrich Richter is little known out of Germany. The only thing connected with him, we think, that has reached this country is his saying,—imported by Madame de Staël, and thankfully pocketed by most newspaper critics,—"Providence has given to the French the empire of the land; to the English that of the sea; to the Germans that of—the air!"

Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881): Richter. Edinburgh Review, 1827.

  The sun never sets on the immense empire of Charles V.

Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832): Life of Napoleon. (February, 1807.)

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,

Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,

Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,

Survey our empire, and behold our home!

These are our realms, no limit to their sway,—

Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1.

Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd,

Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771): Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 12.

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires,

And unawares Morality expires.

Nor public flame nor private dares to shine;

Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!

Lo! thy dread empire Chaos is restor'd,

Light dies before thy uncreating word;

Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall,

And universal darkness buries all.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 649.

Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.

Samuel Johnson (1709-1784): Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village.

Westward the course of empire takes its way;

The four first acts already past,

A fifth shall close the drama with the day:

Time's noblest offspring is the last.

Bishop Berkeley (1684-1753): On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.

Westward the star of empire takes its way.—John Quincy Adams: Oration at Plymouth, 1802.

O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea,

Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,

Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,

Survey our empire, and behold our home!

These are our realms, no limit to their sway,—

Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: The Corsair. Canto i. Stanza 1.