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As a medical student (like Keats) I often walked Hampstead Heath this wonderful green patch in the middle of London’s NW boroughs. I would go to Keats house where he lived for two years before going to Rome. I was drunk with the British 19th century romantic poets who understood the fragility of life and the intoxication of romance yet also a sense of the sublime.