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A FOWLER, taking his bird-lime and his twigs1, went out to catch birds. Seeing a thrush sitting upon a tree, he wished to take it, and fitting his twigs to a proper length, watched intently, having his whole thoughts directed towards the sky. While thus looking upwards2, he unknowingly trod upon a Viper3 asleep just before his feet. The Viper, turning about, stung him, and falling into a swoon, the man said to himself, "Woe4 is me! that while I purposed to hunt another, I am myself fallen unawares into the snares5 of death." 点击收听单词发音
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