{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/3087/?format=json","language":{"code":"fra","iso_name":"French","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/fra/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/6/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/8/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.717000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.717000Z","description":"Waltz edition"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.718000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:25.718000Z"},"unique_id":99993141,"created_at":"2020-07-25T21:18:57Z","updated_at":"2020-07-25T21:18:57Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Un jour aussi Thymôdès, gémissant de ces funérailles inatendues, à son fils Lycos éleva ce cénotaphe. Car il n'a pas obtenu une poussière étrange, mais quelque bord fertile ou une des îles de la mer le possède: là, sans aucun des derniers honneurs, il montre ses os, gisant nu sur une grève inhospitalière.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:7.497/?format=json"]}