{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/4263/?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":99994541,"created_at":"2021-03-18T00:24:05Z","updated_at":"2021-03-18T00:24:05Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Ni la chevelure de Timô, ni la sandale d’Héliodora, ni le vestibule de Démarion, tout ruisselant de parfums, ni le tendre sourire d’Anticléia aux yeux de génisse, ni les couronnes fraîches fleuries de Dorothéa, ton carquois pour d’autres du moins, ne renferme plus de ces flèches ailées, Éros : c’est dans mon cœur que sont tous ces traits. ","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:5.198/?format=json"]}