{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/10665/?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":100000998,"created_at":"2021-10-21T01:26:37.541409Z","updated_at":"2021-10-21T01:26:37.541416Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Nous étions seul à seule, heureuse et rare aubaine !\r\nJ'embrassai ses genoux sous le lin parfumé,\r\nEt je lui dis : « Je t'aime ! ô toi qui m'as charmé,\r\nPitié ! Épargne-moi ! Je t'implore et me traîne\r\nÀ tes pieds ! Et je meurs, brûlé de mille feux ! »\r\nEt je la vis pleurer et s'essuyer les yeux\r\nEt de ses tendres mains me repousser sans haine.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:5.66/?format=json"]}