{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/8642/?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":99999012,"created_at":"2021-07-16T15:34:08.077964Z","updated_at":"2021-07-16T15:34:08.077974Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"One morning a sweet-voiced blackbird, together\r\nwith a field-fare, fell into the cloud-like bag of the\r\nwell-knit net. The field-fare was caught in the noose\r\nfrom which there is no escape, but the songster of\r\nthe wilderness flew swiftly away from the trap. It\r\nwould seem that blessed Artemis, the huntress, re-\r\nleased the singing-bird for the sake of the sweet-\r\nvoiced lord of the lyre.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:9.396/?format=json"]}