[
  {
    "title": "To Zante",
    "author": "Edgar Allan Poe",
    "lines": [
      "Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,",
      "  Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!",
      "How many memories of what radiant hours",
      "  At sight of thee and thine at once awake!",
      "How many scenes of what departed bliss!",
      "  How many thoughts of what entombed hopes!",
      "How many visions of a maiden that is",
      "  No more--no more upon thy verdant slopes!",
      "",
      "_No more!_ alas, that magical sad sound",
      "  Transforming all! Thy charms shall please _no more_--",
      "Thy memory _no more!_ Accursed ground",
      "  Henceforward I hold thy flower-enamelled shore,",
      "O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante!",
      "  \"Isola d'oro! Fior di Levante!\""
    ],
    "linecount": "14"
  }
]