[
  {
    "title": "Happy Is England! I Could Be Content",
    "author": "John Keats",
    "lines": [
      "Happy is England! I could be content",
      "To see no other verdure than its own;",
      "To feel no other breezes than are blown",
      "Through its tall woods with high romances blent;",
      "Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment",
      "For skies Italian, and an inward groan",
      "To sit upon an Alp as on a throne,",
      "And half forget what world or worldling meant.",
      "Happy is England, sweet her artless daughters;",
      "Enough their simple loveliness for me,",
      "Enough their whitest arms in silence clinging;",
      "Yet do I often warmly burn to see",
      "Beauties of deeper glance, and hear their singing,",
      "And float with them about the summer waters."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]