{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/1008/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/1/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/424/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-05-06T21:10:04.033306Z","updated_at":"2021-05-06T21:10:04.033317Z","description":"Paton edition"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.406000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.406000Z"},"unique_id":9999915,"created_at":"2018-03-26T19:14:08Z","updated_at":"2018-03-26T19:14:08Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Noisy cicada, drunk with dew drops, you sing \nyour rustic ditty that fills the wilderness with voice,\nand seated on the edge of the leaves, striking with\nsaw-like legs your sunburnt skin you shrill music\nlike the lyre's. But sing, dear, some new tune to\ngladden the woodland nymphs, strike up some strain\nresponsive to Pan's pipe, that I may escape from\nLove and snatch a little midday sleep, reclining here\nbeneath the shady plane-tree. ","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:7.196/?format=json"]}