 Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Poured forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain, Both where the morning sun first warmly smote The open field, and where the unpierced shade Imbrowned the noontide...  Paradise Lost: A Poem in Twelve Books - Page 66by John Milton - 1903 - 372 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Thomas M. Greene - Literary Criticism - 2005 - 342 pages
...169-99, esp. 184. 93. Jonson, Works, 10:573. Milton would use the word apparently in this sense: Flours worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon Powrd forth profuse (4.241-43) Paradise I^ost, in The Poetical Works of John Milton, ed. Helen Darbishire... | |
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