dissceptre

English

Etymology

From dis- +‎ sceptre.

Verb

dissceptre (third-person singular simple present dissceptres, present participle dissceptring, simple past and past participle dissceptred)

1. (rare) Synonym of unsceptre.
   • 1860, William Alexander, The Waters of Babylon. A Prize Poem (University of Oxford Prize Poem on a Sacred Subject, 1857–1860), Oxford, Oxfordshire: T[homas] and G[eorge] Shrimpton; Dublin: Hodges and Smith; Londonderry: Hempton, page 11:

     “How art thou fallen, oh thou Morning star! / “For we are kings at least, and take our fill / “Of rest, each one in glory on his bed, / “Strewn with sweet odours, divers kinds of spice, / “But thou art as a wanderer in our land, / “Thy carcase, trodden under foot of men— / “Disrobed, dissceptred, dropp’d with blood, discrown’d!”

   • 1883, Rhoda Broughton, Belinda. A Novel. […], volume III, London: Richard Bentley and Son, […], period IV, chapter IV, page 253:

     Her voice dies away, and her head sinks on her breast. His high Queen! Already she looks discrowned and dissceptred.

     Dissceptered in the American edition.

   • 1891 October 4, Lee Masters, “Sonnets”, in The Sunday Inter Ocean, volume XX, number 194, Chicago, Ill., sonnet III, page 10, column 1:

     This barren tree, dead, withered, which lifts high / Its barkless boughs to heaven in appeal, / Reminds me of that king who would unseal / The future by portentous birds which fly / O’er one lone peak—just as these twigs now sigh / So sighed old Barbarossa, who could feel / The past too deeply, longing to reveal / His presence in the strength of monarchy, / Yon points are perches for the screaming jay, / The crow, the vulture, and the hooded hawk; / The mild winds set them creaking—yet what wars / They waged of yore when storms abroad did stalk— / Disrobed, dissceptred, robbed of life’s sweet day, / And sense of power beneath the glancing stars.

   • 1941, E[ric] R[ücker] Eddison, “The Fish Dinner: Symposium”, in A Fish Dinner in Memison, New York, N.Y.: E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc., page 279:

     But I’ll not disthrone and dissceptre God of His omniscience: not abridge His choice: no, not were it to become of Himself a little stinking muck of dirt that is swept out of unclean corners.