[
  {
    "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"
  }
]