{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/14967/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"edition":null,"unique_id":100005251,"created_at":"2024-09-06T22:43:08.379675Z","updated_at":"2024-09-06T22:43:08.432844Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"As once, amid the rosy bowers,\r\nI wove a crown of fairest flowers,\r\nLove, little urchin, lurking sly\r\nBeneath the leaves I chanced to spy;\r\nAround his wings the wreath I twine,\r\nAnd plunge him in a cup of wine:\r\nThen love, in each delicious draught,\r\nI from the foaming goblet quaff'd.\r\nOh! still he moves his fluttering wings,\r\nStill to my heart strange transport brings.\r\n\r\n— Bourne, Thomas (1806–1881), Pindar and Anacreon (1846)","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:16.388/?format=json"]}