[
  {
    "title": "Lines Written In Early Spring",
    "author": "William Wordsworth",
    "lines": [
      "I heard a thousand blended notes,",
      "While in a grove I sate reclined,",
      "In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts",
      "Bring sad thoughts to the mind.",
      "",
      "To her fair works did Nature link",
      "The human soul that through me ran;",
      "And much it grieved my heart to think",
      "What man has made of man.",
      "",
      "Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,",
      "The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;",
      "And 'tis my faith that every flower",
      "Enjoys the air it breathes.",
      "",
      "The birds around me hopped and played,",
      "Their thoughts I cannot measure:--",
      "But the least motion which they made",
      "It seemed a thrill of pleasure.",
      "",
      "The budding twigs spread out their fan,",
      "To catch the breezy air;",
      "And I must think, do all I can,",
      "That there was pleasure there.",
      "",
      "If this belief from heaven be sent,",
      "If such be Nature's holy plan,",
      "Have I not reason to lament",
      "What man has made of man?"
    ],
    "linecount": "24"
  }
]