{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/3275/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/22/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/308/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:34.658000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:34.658000Z","description":"Sebastiana Nervegna"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:34.658000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:34.658000Z"},"unique_id":99993332,"created_at":"2020-07-29T20:40:24Z","updated_at":"2020-07-29T20:40:24Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"And I guard the body of Sositheus, just as in the city another of my brothers guards that of Sophocles, I, Scirtus the red-bearded. For he won the ivy worthy of the satyrs of Phlius, I swear by the dancing-circles! I had already been reared in newfangled ways, but he led me back to my ancestors’ memory by bringing me back to old ways. And once again I imposed the masculine rhythm upon the Dorian Muse, drawn to his great voice [……….] new creation of Sositheus’ adventurous mind.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:7.707/?format=json"]}