{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/1381/?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":99991190,"created_at":"2018-04-06T15:08:09Z","updated_at":"2018-04-06T15:08:09Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"The fierce and sudden squall of the south east wind,\nand the night and the waves that Orion at his dark\nsetting arouses were my ruin, and I, Callaeschrus,\nglided out of life as I sailed the middle of the\nLibyan deep. I myself am lost, whirled hither and\nthither in the sea a prey to fishes, and it is a liar,\nthis stone that rests on my grave. \n","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:7.273/?format=json"]}