[
  {
    "title": "On Leaving Newstead Abbey",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "  Why dost thou build the hall, Son of the winged days? Thou lookest",
      "  from thy tower to-day: yet a few years, and the blast of the desart",
      "  comes: it howls in thy empty court.-OSSIAN.",
      "",
      "Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle:",
      "  Thou, the hall of my Fathers, art gone to decay;",
      "In thy once smiling garden, the hemlock and thistle",
      "  Have choak'd up the rose, which late bloom'd in the way.",
      "",
      "Of the mail-cover'd Barons, who, proudly, to battle,",
      "  Led their vassals from Europe to Palestine's plain,",
      "The escutcheon and shield, which with ev'ry blast rattle,",
      "  Are the only sad vestiges now that remain.",
      "",
      "No more doth old Robert, with harp-stringing numbers,",
      "  Raise a flame, in the breast, for the war-laurell'd wreath;",
      "Near Askalon's towers, John of Horistan slumbers,",
      "  Unnerv'd is the hand of his minstrel, by death.",
      "",
      "Paul and Hubert too sleep in the valley of Cressy;",
      "  For the safety of Edward and England they fell:",
      "My Fathers! the tears of your country redress ye:",
      "  How you fought! how you died! still her annals can tell.",
      "",
      "On Marston, with Rupert, 'gainst traitors contending,",
      "  Four brothers enrich'd, with their blood, the bleak field;",
      "For the rights of a monarch their country defending,",
      "  Till death their attachment to royalty seal'd.",
      "",
      "Shades of heroes, farewell! your descendant departing",
      "  From the seat of his ancestors, bids you adieu!",
      "Abroad, or at home, your remembrance imparting",
      "  New courage, he'll think upon glory and you.",
      "",
      "Though a tear dim his eye at this sad separation,",
      "  'Tis nature, not fear, that excites his regret;",
      "Far distant he goes, with the same emulation,",
      "  The fame of his Fathers he ne'er can forget.",
      "",
      "That fame, and that memory, still will he cherish;",
      "  He vows that he ne'er will disgrace your renown:",
      "Like you will he live, or like you will he perish;",
      "  When decay'd, may he mingle his dust with your own!"
    ],
    "linecount": "35"
  }
]