Viaggi attraverso Bookland : un nuovo e piano originale per la lettura applicata ai migliori del mondo della letteratura per bambini . moglie, voglio morire. Prima di andare al percorso di gara il giorno successivo, theprince, determinato ma spaventati, pregato di Venere, la dea che ha avuto una particolare cura delle persone whowere nell'amore. Potente e bellissima dea, pregava,mi aiuta a vincere questa gara e Atalanta, e mi shallnever dimenticare, finché io vivo per parlare del tuo genere-ness e a fare regali ricchi. Ora Venere è stata quasi sempre pronto a helppeople se volessero ammettere che essi non potevano geton senza di lei, e mentre Hip

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Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . wife, I want to die. Before going to the race course the next day, theprince, determined but frightened, prayed to Venus, the goddess who took especial care of people whowere in love. Beautiful and powerful goddess, he prayed, help me to win this race and Atalanta, and I shallnever forget, as long as I live, to talk of your kind-ness and to make you rich gifts. Now Venus was almost always ready to helppeople if they would admit that they could not geton without her, and while Hippomenes prayed, hesaw that what he had thought was a soft white andgold cloud ^-as really the goddess, coming toward Atalantas Race 391 him with her hand stretched out. She came nearerand nearer, and finally dropped at his feet threeshining yellow ap])les. They were not common yel-low apples—no indeed! Tliey came from Venusso^•n garden, and were of heavy, precious gold. I thank you, goddess, for this fruit, said Hip-pomenes. In all my life I have never seen anythingmore beautiful. But how can they help me?. ATALANTA STOOPED FOR THE APPLE 392 Atalantas Race Then Venus stooped and whispered to the youth, and when he again raised his eyes to thank her, shehad disappeared. But there was a smile on the faceof Hippomenes—he looked as if he were not wor-ried about the race. When he stood side by side with Atalanta, how-ever, he tried not to look too happy. All the peoplelooked at him and whispered (for they did not darelet the king hear them grumbling) : Must this youth also be killed ? He is the young-est and the handsomest of all, and the kings daugh-ter is too cruel. Atalanta herself was more sorry than she hadever been before that she had made the vow aboutthe racing. But when she tried to induce Hippomenes togive her up without a trial, he only smiled at herand said: Sometliing tells me that I shall not fail. Atalanta knew nothing about the three goldenapples which he had h

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