[
  {
    "title": "Ode On A Grecian Urn",
    "author": "John Keats",
    "lines": [
      "Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,",
      "    Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,",
      "Sylvan historian, who canst thus express",
      "    A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:",
      "What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape",
      "    Of deities or mortals, or of both,",
      "        In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?",
      "    What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?",
      "What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?",
      "        What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?",
      "",
      "Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard",
      "    Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;",
      "Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,",
      "    Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:",
      "Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave",
      "    Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;",
      "        Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,",
      "Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;",
      "    She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,",
      "        For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!",
      "",
      "Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed",
      "    Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;",
      "And, happy melodist, unwearied,",
      "    For ever piping songs for ever new;",
      "More happy love! more happy, happy love!",
      "    For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,",
      "        For ever panting, and for ever young;",
      "All breathing human passion far above,",
      "    That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,",
      "        A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.",
      "",
      "Who are these coming to the sacrifice?",
      "    To what green altar, O mysterious priest,",
      "Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,",
      "    And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?",
      "What little town by river or sea shore,",
      "    Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,",
      "        Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?",
      "And, little town, thy streets for evermore",
      "    Will silent be; and not a soul to tell",
      "        Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.",
      "",
      "O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede",
      "    Of marble men and maidens overwrought,",
      "With forest branches and the trodden weed;",
      "    Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought",
      "As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!",
      "    When old age shall this generation waste,",
      "        Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe",
      "Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,",
      "    \"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,--that is all",
      "        Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.\""
    ],
    "linecount": "50"
  }
]