[
  {
    "title": "A Wall Flower",
    "author": "Amy Levy",
    "lines": [
      "I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain",
      "While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane",
      "",
      "",
      "My spirit rises to the music's beat;",
      "There is a leaden fiend lurks in my feet!",
      "To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet.",
      "",
      "Somewhere, I think, some other where, not here,",
      "In other ages, on another sphere,",
      "I danced with you, and you with me, my dear.",
      "",
      "In perfect motion did our bodies sway,",
      "To perfect music that was heard alway;",
      "Woe's me, that am so dull of foot to-day!",
      "",
      "To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet;",
      "My spirit rises to the music's beat--",
      "But, ah, the leaden demon in my feet!"
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  },
  {
    "title": "A Wall",
    "author": "Robert Browning",
    "lines": [
      "O the old wall here! How I could pass",
      "  Life in a long midsummer day,",
      "My feet confined to a plot of grass,",
      "  My eyes from a wall not once away!",
      "",
      "And lush and lithe do the creepers clothe",
      "  Yon wall I watch, with a wealth of green:",
      "Its bald red bricks draped, nothing loath,",
      "  In lappets of tangle they laugh between.",
      "",
      "Now, what is it makes pulsate the robe?",
      "  Why tremble the sprays? What life o'erbrims",
      "The body,--the house no eye can probe,--",
      "  Divined, as beneath a robe, the limbs?",
      "",
      "And there again! But my heart may guess",
      "  Who tripped behind; and she sang, perhaps:",
      "So the old wall throbbed, and its life's excess",
      "  Died out and away in the leafy wraps.",
      "",
      "Wall upon wall are between us: life",
      "  And song should away from heart to heart!",
      "I--prison-bird, with a ruddy strife",
      "  At breast, and a lip whence storm-notes start--",
      "",
      "Hold on, hope hard in the subtle thing",
      "  That's spirit: tho' cloistered fast, soar free;",
      "Account as wood, brick, stone, this ring",
      "  Of the rueful neighbours, and--forth to thee!"
    ],
    "linecount": "24"
  }
]