{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/1060/?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":99991775,"created_at":"2020-06-16T15:42:12Z","updated_at":"2020-06-16T15:42:12Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Once, shrilling cicada, perched on the green\nbranches of the luxuriant pine, or of the shady\ndomed stone-pine, you did play with your deli-\ncately-winged back a tune dearer to shepherds\nthan the music of the lyre. But now the unforeseen\npit of Hades hides you vanquished by the\nwayside ants. If you were overcome it is pardon-\nable ; for Maeonides, the lord of song, perished by\nthe riddle of the fishermen.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:7.213/?format=json"]}