[
  {
    "title": "438. Impromptu on Mrs. Riddell’s Birthday",
    "author": "Robert Burns",
    "lines": [
      "OLD Winter, with his frosty beard,",
      "Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred:",
      "“What have I done of all the year,",
      "To bear this hated doom severe?",
      "My cheerless suns no pleasure know;",
      "Night’s horrid car drags, dreary slow;",
      "My dismal months no joys are crowning,",
      "But spleeny English hanging, drowning.",
      "",
      "",
      "“Now Jove, for once be mighty civil.",
      "To counterbalance all this evil;",
      "Give me, and I’ve no more to say,",
      "Give me Maria’s natal day!",
      "That brilliant gift shall so enrich me,",
      "Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot match me.”",
      "“’Tis done!” says Jove; so ends my story,",
      "And Winter once rejoiced in glory."
    ],
    "linecount": "16"
  }
]