[
  {
    "title": "Otho",
    "author": "Percy Bysshe Shelley",
    "lines": [
      "Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be,",
      "Last of the Romans, though thy memory claim",
      "From Brutus his own glory--and on thee",
      "Rests the full splendour of his sacred fame:",
      "Nor he who dared make the foul tyrant quail",
      "Amid his cowering senate with thy name,",
      "Though thou and he were great--it will avail",
      "To thine own fame that Otho's should not fail.",
      "",
      "'Twill wrong thee not--thou wouldst, if thou couldst feel,",
      "Abjure such envious fame--great Otho died",
      "Like thee--he sanctified his country's steel,",
      "At once the tyrant and tyrannicide,",
      "In his own blood--a deed it was to bring",
      "Tears from all men--though full of gentle pride,",
      "Such pride as from impetuous love may spring,",
      "That will not be refused its offering."
    ],
    "linecount": "16"
  },
  {
    "title": "Fragments Supposed to Be Parts of Otho",
    "author": "Percy Bysshe Shelley",
    "lines": [
      "Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil,",
      "Nor custom, queen of many slaves, makes blind,",
      "Have ever grieved that man should be the spoil",
      "Of his own weakness, and with earnest mind",
      "Fed hopes of its redemption; these recur",
      "Chastened by deathful victory now, and find",
      "Foundations in this foulest age, and stir",
      "Me whom they cheer to be their minister.",
      "",
      "Dark is the realm of grief: but human things",
      "Those may not know who cannot weep for them.",
      "",
      "...",
      "",
      "Once more descend",
      "The shadows of my soul upon mankind,",
      "For to those hearts with which they never blend,",
      "Thoughts are but shadows which the flashing mind",
      "From the swift clouds which track its flight of fire,",
      "Casts on the gloomy world it leaves behind.",
      "",
      "...",
      "",
      "'O THAT A CHARIOT OF CLOUD WERE MINE'.",
      "",
      "O that a chariot of cloud were mine!",
      "Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air,",
      "When the moon over the ocean's line",
      "Is spreading the locks of her bright gray hair.",
      "O that a chariot of cloud were mine!",
      "I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind",
      "To the mountain peak and the rocky lake,",
      "And the..."
    ],
    "linecount": "27"
  }
]