Laudanum


The alcoholic solution of opium first compounded by Paracelsus in the 16th century. It was widely used up until the 19th century to treat a variety of disorders. Many literary and artistic figures, including Coleridge, Poe and de Quincey, are believed to have been addicted. Shelley drank laudanum to calm his nervous headaches, Keats used it as a painkiller, Byron took an opium-based concoction called Kendal Black Drop as a tranquilizer; even Jane Austen's mother prescribed it for travel sickness. It was classless and cheaper than gin.

“O heavens! ... What an apocalypse of the world within me! ... Here was a panacea ... here was the secret of happiness, about which philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered; happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat pocket; portable ecstasies might be had corked up in a pint bottle; and peace of mind could be sent down by the mail.”
[Confessions of an English Opium Eater, Thomas de Quincey, 1821]



It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
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Laudanum


The alcoholic solution of opium first compounded by Paracelsus in the 16th century. It was widely used up until the 19th century to treat a variety of disorders. Many literary and artistic figures, including Coleridge, Poe and de Quincey, are believed to have been addicted. Shelley drank laudanum to calm his nervous headaches, Keats used it as a painkiller, Byron took an opium-based concoction called Kendal Black Drop as a tranquilizer; even Jane Austen's mother prescribed it for travel sickness. It was classless and cheaper than gin.

“O heavens! ... What an apocalypse of the world within me! ... Here was a panacea ... here was the secret of happiness, about which philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered; happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat pocket; portable ecstasies might be had corked up in a pint bottle; and peace of mind could be sent down by the mail.”
[Confessions of an English Opium Eater, Thomas de Quincey, 1821]



It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
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