[
  {
    "title": "To George Anson Byron(?)",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "AND, dost thou ask the reason of my sadness?",
      "  Well, I will tell it thee, unfeeling boy!",
      "'Twas ill report that urged my brain to madness,",
      "  'Twas thy tongue's venom poisoned all my joy.",
      "",
      "The sadness which thou seest is not sorrow;",
      "  My wounds are far too deep for simple grief;",
      "The heart thus withered, seeks in vain to borrow",
      "  From calm reflection, comfort or relief.",
      "",
      "The arrow's flown, and dearly shalt thou rue it;",
      "  No mortal hand can rid me of my pain:",
      "My heart is pierced, but thou canst not subdue it--",
      "  Revenge is left, and is not left in vain."
    ],
    "linecount": "12"
  }
]