{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/10976/?format=json","language":{"code":"fra","iso_name":"French","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/fra/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/21/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/243/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z","description":"R. Aubreton"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z"},"unique_id":100001307,"created_at":"2021-12-16T16:55:25.477017Z","updated_at":"2021-12-16T16:55:25.477026Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Charites, en voyant devant vous le bel Aristagoras, dans vos tendres bras vous l’avez serré. Et depuis, sa beauté éblouit, sa douce voix prononce les mots qu’on attend et, quand il se tait, ses yeux disent d’exquises choses. \r\nQu’il s’écarte de moi ! Mais qu’en aurais-je de plus ? Comme Zeus de son Olympe, l’enfant sait depuis peu lancer au loin la foudre.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.122/?format=json"]}