{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/10564/?format=json","language":{"code":"fra","iso_name":"French","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/fra/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/17/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/137/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:39.376000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:39.376000Z","description":"M. Yourcenar"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:39.377000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:39.377000Z"},"unique_id":100000898,"created_at":"2021-10-20T17:16:58.985366Z","updated_at":"2021-10-20T17:16:58.985374Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Les dieux sont las de nous, nous Grecs, et tout s'enfonce\r\nChaque jour un peu plus. La Rumeur, étant femme\r\nEt déesse, nous trompe aussi. Quand, troublant l'âme,\r\nQuelque bruit redoutable est dans toutes les bouches,\r\nIl est vrai. Attends-toi aux lendemains farouches.\r\nMais le pire, qui vient, viendra sans qu'on l'annonce.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:10.89/?format=json"]}