[
  {
    "title": "Impromptu",
    "author": "John Clare",
    "lines": [
      "\"Where art thou wandering, little child?\"",
      "  I said to one I met to-day.--",
      "She pushed her bonnet up and smiled,",
      "  \"I'm going upon the green to play:",
      "Folks tell me that the May's in flower,",
      "  That cowslip-peeps are fit to pull,",
      "And I've got leave to spend an hour",
      "  To get this little basket full.\"",
      "",
      "--And thou'st got leave to spend an hour!",
      "  My heart repeated.--She was gone;",
      "--And thou hast heard the thorn's in flower,",
      "  And childhood's bliss is urging on:",
      "Ah, happy child! thou mak'st me sigh,",
      "  This once as happy heart of mine,",
      "Would nature with the boon comply,",
      "  How gladly would I change for thine."
    ],
    "linecount": "16"
  },
  {
    "title": "Impromptu",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "    BENEATH Blessington's eyes",
      "    The reclaimed Paradise",
      "Should be free as the former from evil;",
      "    But if the new Eve",
      "    For an Apple should grieve,",
      "What mortal would not play the Devil?"
    ],
    "linecount": "6"
  },
  {
    "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"
  },
  {
    "title": "Impromptu, in Reply to a Friend",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "When, from the heart where Sorrow sits,",
      "  Her dusky shadow mounts too high,",
      "And o'er the changing aspect flits,",
      "  And clouds the brow, or fills the eye;",
      "Heed not that gloom, which soon shall sink:",
      "  My Thoughts their dungeon know too well;",
      "Back to my breast the Wanderers shrink,",
      "  And _droop_ within their silent cell."
    ],
    "linecount": "8"
  }
]