[
  {
    "title": "Sonnet.  to Genevra",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe,",
      "  And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush",
      "  Its rose of whiteness with the brightest blush,",
      "My heart would wish away that ruder glow:",
      "And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes--but, oh!",
      "  While gazing on them sterner eyes will gush,",
      "  And into mine my mother's weakness rush,",
      "Soft as the last drops round Heaven's airy bow.",
      "For, through thy long dark lashes low depending,",
      "  The soul of melancholy Gentleness",
      "Gleams like a Seraph from the sky descending,",
      "  Above all pain, yet pitying all distress;",
      "At once such majesty with sweetness blending,",
      "  I worship more, but cannot love thee less."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]