[
  {
    "title": "The Three Roses",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "When the buds began to burst,",
      "Long ago, with Rose the First",
      "I was walking; joyous then",
      "Far above all other men,",
      "Till before us up there stood",
      "Britonferry's oaken wood,",
      "Whispering, \"Happy as thou art,",
      "Happiness and thou must part.\"",
      "Many summers have gone by",
      "Since a Second Rose and I",
      "(Rose from the same stem) have told",
      "This and other tales of old.",
      "She upon her wedding day",
      "Carried home my tenderest lay:",
      "From her lap I now have heard",
      "Gleeful, chirping, Rose the Third.",
      "Not for her this hand of mine",
      "Rhyme with nuptial wreath shall twine;",
      "Cold and torpid it must lie,",
      "Mute the tongue, and closed the eye."
    ],
    "linecount": "20"
  },
  {
    "title": "One Lovely Name",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "One lovely name adorns my song,",
      "And, dwelling in the heart,",
      "Forever falters at the tongue,",
      "And trembles to depart."
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  },
  {
    "title": "Child of a Day",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "Child of a day, thou knowest not",
      "The tears that overflow thy urn,",
      "The gushing eyes that read thy lot,",
      "Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return!",
      "",
      "And why the wish! the pure and blest",
      "Watch like thy mother o'er thy sleep.",
      "O peaceful night! O envied rest!",
      "Thou wilt not ever see her weep."
    ],
    "linecount": "8"
  },
  {
    "title": "On His Eightieth Birthday",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "To my ninth decade I have tottered on,",
      "And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady;",
      "She, who once led me where she would, is gone,",
      "So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready."
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  },
  {
    "title": "Mother, I cannot mind my Wheel",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "MOTHER, I cannot mind my wheel;",
      "   My fingers ache, my lips are dry:",
      "O, if you felt the pain I feel!",
      "   But O, who ever felt as I?",
      "",
      "No longer could I doubt him true--",
      "   All other men may use deceit;",
      "He always said my eyes were blue,",
      "   And often swore my lips were sweet."
    ],
    "linecount": "8"
  },
  {
    "title": "On His Seventy-fifth Birthday",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;",
      "Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art;",
      "I warmed both hands before the fire of Life;",
      "It sinks, and I am ready to depart."
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  },
  {
    "title": "In spring and summer winds may blow",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "In spring and summer winds may blow,",
      "And rains fall after, hard and fast;",
      "The tender leaves, if beaten low,",
      "Shine but the more for shower and blast",
      "",
      "But when their fated hour arrives,",
      "When reapers long have left the field,",
      "When maidens rifle turn'd-up hives,",
      "And their last juice fresh apples yield,",
      "",
      "A leaf perhaps may still remain",
      "Upon some solitary tree,",
      "Spite of the wind and of the rain . . .",
      "A thing you heed not if you see.",
      "",
      "At last it falls. Who cares? Not one:",
      "And yet no power on earth can ever",
      "Replace the fallen leaf upon",
      "Its spray, so easy to dissever.",
      "",
      "If such be love, I dare not say.",
      "Friendship is such, too well I know:",
      "I have enjoyed my summer day;",
      "'Tis past; my leaf now lies below."
    ],
    "linecount": "20"
  },
  {
    "title": "On An Eclipse Of The Moon",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane,",
      "O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train",
      "Came forth to help thee, with half-open eyes,",
      "And trembled every one with still surprise,",
      "That the black Spectre should have dared assail",
      "Their beauteous queen and seize her sacred veil"
    ],
    "linecount": "6"
  },
  {
    "title": "Soon, O Ianthe! life is o'er",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "Soon, O Ianthe! life is o'er,",
      "And sooner beauty's heavenly smile:",
      "Grant only (and I ask no more),",
      "Let love remain that little while."
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  },
  {
    "title": "Rose Aylmer",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "Ah, what avails the sceptred race!",
      "Ah, what the form divine!",
      "What every virtue, every grace!",
      "Rose Aylmer, all were thine.",
      "",
      "Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes",
      "May weep, but never see,",
      "A night of memories and sighs",
      "I consecrate to thee."
    ],
    "linecount": "8"
  },
  {
    "title": "God Scatters Beauty",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers",
      "O'er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours.",
      "A hundred lights in every temple burn,",
      "And at each shrine I bend my knee in turn."
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  },
  {
    "title": "The Evening Star",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "Smiles soon abate; the boisterous throes",
      "Of anger long burst forth;",
      "Inconstantly the south-wind blows,",
      "But steadily the north.",
      "",
      "Thy star, O Venus! often changes",
      "Its radiant seat above,",
      "The chilling pole-star never ranges --",
      "'Tis thus with Hate and Love."
    ],
    "linecount": "8"
  },
  {
    "title": "Autumn",
    "author": "Walter Savage Landor",
    "lines": [
      "MILD is the parting year, and sweet",
      "   The odour of the falling spray;",
      "Life passes on more rudely fleet,",
      "   And balmless is its closing day.",
      "",
      "I wait its close, I court its gloom,",
      "   But mourn that never must there fall",
      "Or on my breast or on my tomb",
      "   The tear that would have soothed it all."
    ],
    "linecount": "8"
  }
]