[
  {
    "title": "Home",
    "author": "Anne Bronte",
    "lines": [
      "How brightly glistening in the sun",
      "The woodland ivy plays!",
      "While yonder beeches from their barks",
      "Reflect his silver rays.",
      "That sun surveys a lovely scene",
      "From softly smiling skies;",
      "And wildly through unnumbered trees",
      "The wind of winter sighs:",
      "",
      "Now loud, it thunders o'er my head,",
      "And now in distance dies.",
      "But give me back my barren hills",
      "Where colder breezes rise;",
      "",
      "Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees",
      "Can yield an answering swell,",
      "But where a wilderness of heath",
      "Returns the sound as well.",
      "",
      "For yonder garden, fair and wide,",
      "With groves of evergreen,",
      "Long winding walks, and borders trim,",
      "And velvet lawns between;",
      "",
      "Restore to me that little spot,",
      "With grey walls compassed round,",
      "Where knotted grass neglected lies,",
      "And weeds usurp the ground.",
      "",
      "Though all around this mansion high",
      "Invites the foot to roam,",
      "And though its halls are fair within --",
      "Oh, give me back my HOME!"
    ],
    "linecount": "28"
  },
  {
    "title": "Home",
    "author": "Rupert Brooke",
    "lines": [
      "I came back late and tired last night",
      "Into my little room,",
      "To the long chair and the firelight",
      "And comfortable gloom.",
      "",
      "But as I entered softly in",
      "I saw a woman there,",
      "The line of neck and cheek and chin,",
      "The darkness of her hair,",
      "The form of one I did not know",
      "Sitting in my chair.",
      "",
      "I stood a moment fierce and still,",
      "Watching her neck and hair.",
      "I made a step to her; and saw",
      "That there was no one there.",
      "",
      "It was some trick of the firelight",
      "That made me see her there.",
      "It was a chance of shade and light",
      "And the cushion in the chair.",
      "",
      "Oh, all you happy over the earth,",
      "That night, how could I sleep?",
      "I lay and watched the lonely gloom;",
      "And watched the moonlight creep",
      "From wall to basin, round the room,",
      "All night I could not sleep."
    ],
    "linecount": "24"
  },
  {
    "title": "Home",
    "author": "Edward Thomas",
    "lines": [
      "OFTEN I had gone this way before:",
      "But now it seemed I never could be",
      "And never had been anywhere else;",
      "'Twas home; one nationality",
      "We had, I and the birds that sang,",
      "One memory.",
      "",
      "They welcomed me. I had come back",
      "That eve somehow from somewhere far:",
      "The April mist, the chill, the calm,",
      "Meant the same thing familiar",
      "And pleasant to us, and strange too,",
      "Yet with no bar.",
      "",
      "The thrush on the oaktop in the lane",
      "Sang his last song, or last but one;",
      "And as he ended, on the elm",
      "Another had but just begun",
      "His last; they knew no more than I",
      "The day was done.",
      "",
      "Then past his dark white cottage front",
      "A labourer went along, his tread",
      "Slow, half with weariness, half with ease;",
      "And, through the silence, from his shed",
      "The sound of sawing rounded all",
      "That silence said."
    ],
    "linecount": "24"
  },
  {
    "title": "Home",
    "author": "Edward Thomas",
    "lines": [
      "NOT the end: but there's nothing more.",
      "Sweet Summer and Winter rude",
      "I have loved, and friendship and love,",
      "The crowd and solitude:",
      "",
      "But I know them: I weary not;",
      "But all that they mean I know.",
      "I would go back again home",
      "Now. Yet how should I go?",
      "",
      "This is my grief. That land,",
      "My home, I have never seen;",
      "No traveller tells of it,",
      "However far he has been.",
      "",
      "Afid could I discover it,",
      "I fear my happiness there,",
      "Or my pain, might be dreams of return",
      "Here, to these things that were.",
      "",
      "Remembering ills, though slight",
      "Yet irremediable,",
      "Brings a worse, an impurer pang",
      "Than remembering what was well.",
      "",
      "No: I cannot go back,",
      "And would not if I could.",
      "Until blindness come, I must wait",
      "And blink at what is not good."
    ],
    "linecount": "24"
  }
]