Romantic Medicine and John KeatsOxford University Press, 1990 M11 15 - 432 pages Using original research in scientific treatises, philosophical manuscripts, and political documents, this pioneering study describes the neglected era of revolutionary medicine in Europe through the writings of the English poet and physician, John Keats. De Almeida explores the four primary concerns of Romantic medicine--the physician's task, the meaning of life, the prescription of disease and health, and the evolution of matter and mind--and reveals their expression in Keats's poetry and thought. By delineating a distinct but unknown era in the history of medicine, charting the poet's milieu within this age, and providing close reading of his poems in these contexts, Romantic Medicine and John Keats illustrates the interdisciplinary bonds between the two healing arts of the Romantic period: medicine and poetry. |
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... immortal life " as it is graven upon the suffering goddess Moneta's blanched face and hollow skull ; this last discussion integrates those medical , poetic , and philosophic interests that are involved in the Romantic envisioning of ...
... immortal life " as it is graven upon the suffering goddess Moneta's blanched face and hollow skull ; this last discussion integrates those medical , poetic , and philosophic interests that are involved in the Romantic envisioning of ...
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... immortal sickness " in the late fragment , The Fall of Hyperion . Part IV concludes with a sustained discussion of the predicaments of the newly extinct Titans and their replacements , the breed of Apollo who bear " signs of purer life ...
... immortal sickness " in the late fragment , The Fall of Hyperion . Part IV concludes with a sustained discussion of the predicaments of the newly extinct Titans and their replacements , the breed of Apollo who bear " signs of purer life ...
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Contents
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LIFE | 59 |
THE PHARMACY OF DISEASE | 135 |
ORGANIC PERFECTION | 217 |
Notes | 323 |
References | 377 |
Index of Poems by Keats | 403 |
Index of Proper Names | 405 |
Index of Topics | 412 |
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