[
  {
    "title": "To----",
    "author": "George Gordon, Lord Byron",
    "lines": [
      "But once I dared to lift my eyes--",
      "  To lift my eyes to thee;",
      "And since that day, beneath the skies,",
      "  No other sight they see.",
      "",
      "In vain sleep shuts them in the night--",
      "  The night grows day to me;",
      "Presenting idly to my sight",
      "  What still a dream must be.",
      "",
      "A fatal dream--for many a bar",
      "  Divides thy fate from mine;",
      "And still my passions wake and war,",
      "  But peace be still with thine."
    ],
    "linecount": "12"
  },
  {
    "title": "To----",
    "author": "Edgar Allan Poe",
    "lines": [
      "The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see",
      "  The wantonest singing birds,",
      "",
      "Are lips--and all thy melody",
      "  Of lip-begotten words--",
      "",
      "Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined",
      "  Then desolately fall,",
      "O God! on my funereal mind",
      "  Like starlight on a pall--",
      "",
      "Thy heart--_thy_ heart!--I wake and sigh,",
      "  And sleep to dream till day",
      "Of the truth that gold can never buy--",
      "  Of the baubles that it may."
    ],
    "linecount": "12"
  },
  {
    "title": "To----",
    "author": "Edgar Allan Poe",
    "lines": [
      "I heed not that my earthly lot",
      "  Hath--little of Earth in it--",
      "That years of love have been forgot",
      "  In the hatred of a minute:--",
      "I mourn not that the desolate",
      "  Are happier, sweet, than I,",
      "But that _you_ sorrow for _my_ fate",
      "  Who am a passer-by."
    ],
    "linecount": "8"
  }
]