[
  {
    "title": "In Hilly-Wood",
    "author": "John Clare",
    "lines": [
      "How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs,",
      "  Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me;",
      "Faintly are heard the ploughmen at their ploughs,",
      "  But not an eye can find its way to see.",
      "The sunbeams scarce molest me with a smile,",
      "  So thickly the leafy armies gather round;",
      "And where they do, the breeze blows cool the while,",
      "  Their leafy shadows dancing on the ground.",
      "Full many a flower, too, wishing to be seen,",
      "Perks up its head the hiding grass between,--",
      "  In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be;",
      "Where all the noises, that on peace intrude,",
      "  Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee,",
      "Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]