Romantic Medicine and John Keats

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Oxford University Press, 15 nov 1990 - 432 páginas
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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Reading Life
3
APOLLOS POET
15
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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