“And he wore a kingly crown;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone;
On his brow this mark I saw —
'I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Masque of Anarchy

St. 9
The Masque of Anarchy (1819)

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English Romantic poet 1792–1822

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