[
  {
    "title": "Farewell to North Devon",
    "author": "Percy Bysshe Shelley",
    "lines": [
      "Where man's profane and tainting hand",
      "Nature's primaeval loveliness has marred,",
      "And some few souls of the high bliss debarred",
      "Which else obey her powerful command;",
      "...mountain piles",
      "That load in grandeur Cambria's emerald vales."
    ],
    "linecount": "6"
  }
]