{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/1013/?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":9999921,"created_at":"2018-03-26T19:49:29Z","updated_at":"2018-03-26T19:49:29Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Wayfarer, though the tombstone that surmounts\nmy grave seems small and almost on the ground,\nblame not Philaenis. Me, her singing locust, that\nused to walk on thistles, a thing that looked like a\nstraw, she loved and cherished for two years, because \nI made a melodious noise. And even when I was\ndead she cast me not away, but built this little\nmonument of my varied talent. ","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:7.198/?format=json"]}