{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/4195/?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":99994445,"created_at":"2021-03-06T14:06:40Z","updated_at":"2021-03-06T14:06:40Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"The town-crier is supposed to speak \nLost ! Love, wild Love ! Even now at dawn he went his way, taking wing from his bed. The boy is thus, — sweetly-tearful ever chattering, quick and impudent, laughing with a sneer, with wings on his back, and a quiver slung on it. As for his father's name I can't give it you ; for neither Sky nor Earth nor Sea confess to the rascal's parentage. For every-where and by all he is hated ; but look to it in case he is setting now new springes for hearts. But wait ! there he is near his nest ! Ah ! little archer, so you thought to hide from me there in Zenophila's eyes ! ","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:5.177/?format=json"]}