[
  {
    "title": "Lines to a Reviewer",
    "author": "Percy Bysshe Shelley",
    "lines": [
      "Alas, good friend, what profit can you see",
      "In hating such a hateless thing as me?",
      "There is no sport in hate where all the rage",
      "Is on one side: in vain would you assuage",
      "Your frowns upon an unresisting smile,",
      "In which not even contempt lurks to beguile",
      "Your heart, by some faint sympathy of hate.",
      "Oh, conquer what you cannot satiate!",
      "For to your passion I am far more coy",
      "Than ever yet was coldest maid or boy",
      "In winter noon. Of your antipathy",
      "If I am the Narcissus, you are free",
      "To pine into a sound with hating me."
    ],
    "linecount": "13"
  }
]