thConsiderAn Ode on Melancholy2
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
and hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
or on the rainbow of the salt-sand wave,
or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
emprison her soft hand and let her rave,
and feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
3Consider:On the Death of KeatsConsider: Look up the treatment Logan mentions: drinking your own blood: what was the purpose of this?
Try writing your own poem in which you imagine what it is like to be a doctor who suffers a particular medical condition.
There is a lot of literature about tuberculosis. Next year we will look at The Magic Mountain, the novel that confirmed Thomas Mann for the Nobel Prize.
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