[
  {
    "title": "The Birth of Pleasure",
    "author": "Percy Bysshe Shelley",
    "lines": [
      "At the creation of the Earth",
      "Pleasure, that divinest birth,",
      "From the soil of Heaven did rise,",
      "Wrapped in sweet wild melodies--",
      "Like an exhalation wreathing",
      "To the sound of air low-breathing",
      "Through Aeolian pines, which make",
      "A shade and shelter to the lake",
      "Whence it rises soft and slow;",
      "Her life-breathing  did flow",
      "In the harmony divine",
      "Of an ever-lengthening line",
      "Which enwrapped her perfect form",
      "With a beauty clear and warm."
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]