[
  {
    "title": "Weeping",
    "author": "Alexander Pope",
    "lines": [
      "IMMITATION OF ENGLISH POETS. COWLEY",
      "",
      "  While Celia's tears make sorrow bright,",
      "    Proud grief sits swelling in her eyes;",
      "  The sun, next those the fairest light,",
      "    Thus from the ocean first did rise:",
      "  And thus through mists we see the sun,",
      "  Which, else we durst not gaze upon.",
      "",
      "  These silver drops, like morning dew,",
      "    Foretell the fervour of the day:",
      "  So from one cloud soft showers we view,",
      "    And blasting lightnings burst away.",
      "  The stars that fall from Celia's eye,",
      "  Declare our doom in drawing nigh.",
      "",
      "  The baby in that sunny sphere",
      "    So like a Phaëton appears,",
      "  That Heaven, the threaten'd world to spare,",
      "    Thought fit to drown him in her tears:",
      "  Else might the ambitious nymph aspire,",
      "  To set, like him, Heaven too on fire."
    ],
    "linecount": "19"
  }
]