{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/11796/?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":100002115,"created_at":"2022-03-09T17:57:23.905789Z","updated_at":"2022-03-09T17:57:23.905806Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"The huntsman on the hills, Epieydes, tracks every hare and the slot of every hind through the frost and snow. But if one say to him, “ Look, here is a beast lying wounded,” he will not take it. And even so is my love ; it is wont to pursue the fleeing game, but flies past what lies in its path.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.102/?format=json"]}