[
  {
    "title": "Fragment: The Lake's Margin",
    "author": "Percy Bysshe Shelley",
    "lines": [
      "The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernesses",
      "Track not the steps of him who drinks of it;",
      "For the light breezes, which for ever fleet",
      "Around its margin, heap the sand thereon."
    ],
    "linecount": "4"
  },
  {
    "title": "The Lake",
    "author": "Edgar Allan Poe",
    "lines": [
      "In spring of youth it was my lot",
      "To haunt of the wide world a spot",
      "The which I could not love the less--",
      "So lovely was the loneliness",
      "Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,",
      "And the tall pines that towered around.",
      "",
      "But when the Night had thrown her pall",
      "Upon the spot, as upon all,",
      "And the mystic wind went by",
      "Murmuring in melody--",
      "Then--ah, then, I would awake",
      "To the terror of the lone lake.",
      "",
      "Yet that terror was not fright,",
      "But a tremulous delight--",
      "A feeling not the jewelled mine",
      "Could teach or bribe me to define--",
      "Nor Love--although the Love were thine.",
      "",
      "Death was in that poisonous wave,",
      "And in its gulf a fitting grave",
      "For him who thence could solace bring",
      "To his lone imagining--",
      "Whose solitary soul could make",
      "An Eden of that dim lake."
    ],
    "linecount": "23"
  }
]