1、英语专业（英美文学）模拟试卷 18 及答案与解析一、问答题1 Read the following excerpts and identify their authors and the titles from which they are excerpt.(30 points, 3 for each)Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly nappi
2、ng, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “Tis some visitor,“ I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door only this, and nothing more.“2 “O, Angel -I am almost glad - because now you can forgive me! I have not made my confession. I have a confession, t
3、oo - remember, I said so.“3 I will arise and go now, for always night and dayI hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep hearts core.4 I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a
4、moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches broth A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite.5 It was towards the close of his first term in the
5、 college when he was in number six. His sensitive nature was still smarting under the lashes of an undivined and squalid way of life. His soul was still disquieted and cast down by the dull phenomenon of Dublin.6 Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat agai
6、nst its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.7 But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owst,Nor shall Death brag thou wandrest in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou growst.8 Most
7、 Mighty Emperor of Lilliput, delight and terror of the universe, whose dominions extend five thousand blustrugs(about twelve miles in circumference)to the extremities of the globe; Monarch of all Monarchs, taller than the sons of men; whose feet press down to the centre, and whose head strikes again
8、st the sun;9 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.10 I have no way and therefore want no eyes; I stumbled when I saw.10 Read the poem and answer the questions below.(40 points)Let me not to the marriage of true
9、minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worths unknown, although his height be taken. Loves not Times
10、 fool, though rosy lips and cheeks, Within his bending sickles compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.11 Identify the poet and its rhyme scheme.(5 points)12 Anal
11、yze the theme of it and name two other sonnets of the same theme by the same poet.(15 points)13 Comment on the artistic feature of the sonnet in terms of language and figures of speech.(20 points)13 Read the short story or an excerpt from a novel and answer the questions.(40 points)The Open BoatStep
12、hen CraneNone of them knew the color of the sky. Their eyes glanced level, and were fastened upon the waves that swept toward them. These waves were of the hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white, and all of the men knew the colors of the sea. The horizon narrowed and widened, a
13、nd dipped and rose, and at all times its edge was jagged with waves that seemed thrust up in points like rocks.Many a man ought to have a bath-tub larger than the boat which here rode upon the sea. These waves were most wrongfully and barbarously abrupt and tall, and each froth-top was a problem in
14、small boat navigation.The cook squatted in the bottom and looked with both eyes at the six inches of gunwale2 which separated him from the ocean. His sleeves were rolled over his fat forearms, and the two flaps of his unbuttoned vest dangled as he bent to bail out the boat. Often he said: “Gawd! Tha
15、t was a narrow clip3.“ As he remarked it he invariably gazed eastward over the broken sea.The oiler, steering with one of the two oars in the boat, sometimes raised himself suddenly to keep clear of water that swirled in over the stern. It was a thin little oar and it seemed often ready to snap.The
16、correspondent, pulling at the other oar, watched the waves and wondered why he was there.The injured captain, lying in the bow, was at this time buried in that profound dejection and indifference which comes, temporarily at least, to even the bravest and most enduring when, willy nilly4, the firm fa
17、ils, the army loses, the ship goes down. The mind of the master of a vessel is rooted deep in the timbers of her, though he command for a day or a decade, and this captain had on him the stern impression of a scene in the grays of dawn of seven turned faces, and later a stump of a top-mast with a wh
18、ite ball on it that slashed to and fro at the waves, went low and lower, and down. Thereafter there was something strange in his voice. Although steady, it was deep with mourning, and of a quality beyond oration or tears5.“Keeper a little more south, Billie,“ said he.“A little more south, sir,“ said
19、 the oiler in the stern.A seat in this boat was not unlike a seat upon a bucking broncho, and, by the same token6, a broncho is not much smaller. The craft pranced and reared, and plunged like an animal. As each wave came, and she rose for it, she seemed like a horse making at a fence outrageously h
20、igh. The manner of her scramble over these walls of water is a mystic thing, and, moreover, at the top of them were ordinarily these problems in white water, the foam racing down from the summit of each wave, requiring a new leap, and a leap from the air. Then, after scornfully bumping a crest, she
21、would slide, and race, and splash down a long incline and arrive bobbing and nodding in front of the next menace.A singular disadvantage of the sea lies in the fact that after successfully surmounting one wave you discover that there is another behind it just as important and just as nervously anxio
22、us to do something effective in the way of swamping boats. In a ten-foot dingey one can get an idea of the resources of the sea in the line of waves that is not probable to the average experience, which is never at sea in a dingey7. As each slaty wall of water approachejd, it shut all else from the
23、view of the men in the boat, and it was not difficult to imagine that this particular wave was the final outburst of the ocean, the last effort of the grim water. There was a terrible grace in the move of the waves, and they came in silence, save for the snarling of the crests.In the wan light8, the
24、 faces of the men must have been gray. Their eyes must have glinted in strange ways as they gazed steadily astern. Viewed from a balcony, the whole thing would doubtlessly have been weirdly picturesque. But the men in the boat had no time to see it, and if they had had leisure there were other thing
25、s to occupy their minds. The sun swung steadily up the sky, and they knew it was broad day because the color of the sea changed from slate to emerald-green, streaked with amber lights, and the foam was like tumbling snow. The process of the breaking day was unknown to them. They were aware only of t
26、his effect upon the color of the waves that rolled toward them.In disjointed sentences the cook and the correspondent argued as to the difference between a life-saving station and a house of refuge. The cook had said: “Theres a house of refuge just north of the Mosquito Inlet Light, and as soon as t
27、hey see us, theyll come off in their boat and pick us up.“As soon as who see us?“ said the correspondent.“The crew,“ said the cook.“Houses of refuge dont have crews,“ said the correspondent. “As I understand them, they are only places where clothes and grub are stored for the benefit of shipwrecked
28、people. They dont carry crews.“Oh, yes, they do,“ said the cook.“No, they dont,“ said the correspondent.“Well, were not there yet, anyhow,“ said the oiler, in the stern.“Well,“ said the cook, “perhaps its not a house of refuge that Im thinking of as being near Mosquito Inlet Light. Perhaps its a lif
29、e-saving station.“Were not there yet,“ said the oiler, in the stern.WHEN the correspondent again opened his eyes, the sea and the sky were each of the gray hue of the dawning. Later, carmine and gold was painted upon the waters. The morning appeared finally, in its splendor with a sky of pure blue,
30、and the sunlight flamed on the tips of the waves.On the distant dunes were set many little black cottages, and a tall white wind-mill reared above them. No man, nor dog, nor bicycle appeared on the beach. The cottages might have formed a deserted village.The voyagers scanned the shore. A conference
31、was held in the boat. “Well,“ said the captain, “if no help is coming, we might better try a run through the surf right away. If we stay out here much longer we will be too weak to do anything for ourselves at all.“ The others silently acquiesced in this reasoning. The boat was headed for the beach.
32、 The correspondent wondered if none ever ascended the tall wind-tower, and if then they never looked seaward. This tower was a giant, standing with its back to the plight of the ants. It represented in a degree, to the correspondent, the serenity of nature amid the struggles of the individual nature
33、 in the wind, and nature in the vision of men. She did not seem cruel to him, nor beneficent, nor treacherous, nor wise. But she was indifferent, flatly indifferent. It is, perhaps, plausible that a man in this situation, impressed with the unconcern of the universe, should see the innumerable flaws
34、 of his life and have them taste wickedly in his mind and wish for another chance. A distinction between right and wrong seems absurdly clear to him, then, in this new ignorance of the grave-edge, and he understands that if he were given another opportunity he would mend his conduct and his words, a
35、nd be better and brighter during an introduction, or at a tea.“Now, boys,“ said the captain, “she is going to swamp sure. All we can do is to work her in as far as possible, and then when she swamps, pile out and scramble for the beach. Keep cool now and dont jump until she swamps sure.“The oiler to
36、ok the oars. Over his shoulders he scanned the surf. “Captain,“ he said, “I think Id better bring her about, and keep her head-on to the seas and back her in.“All right, Billie,“ said the captain. “Back her in.“ The oiler swung the boat then and, seated in the stern, the cook and the correspondent w
37、ere obliged to look over their shoulders to contemplate the lonely and indifferent shore.The monstrous inshore rollers heaved the boat high until the men were again enabled to see the white sheets of water scudding up the slanted beach. “We wont get in very close,“ said the captain. Each time a man
38、could wrest his attention from the rollers, he turned his glance toward the shore, and in the expression of the eyes during this contemplation there was a singular quality. The correspondent, observing the others, knew that they were not afraid, but the full meaning of their glances was shrouded.As
39、for himself, he was too tired to grapple fundamentally with the fact. He tried to coerce his mind into thinking of it, but the mind was dominated at this time by the muscles, and the muscles said they did not care. It merely occurred to him that if he should drown it would be a shame.There were no h
40、urried words, no pallor, no plain agitation. The men simply looked at the shore. “Now, remember to get well clear of the boat when you jump,“ said the captain.Seaward the crest of a roller suddenly fell with a thunderous crash, and the long white comber came roaring down upon the boat.“Steady now,“
41、said the captain. The men were silent. They turned their eyes from the shore to the comber and waited. The boat slid up the incline, leaped at the furious top, bounced over it, and swung down the long back of the waves. Some water had been shipped and the cook bailed it out.But the next crest crashe
42、d also. The tumbling boiling flood of white water caught the boat and whirled it almost perpendicular. Water swarmed in from all sides. The correspondent had his hands on the gunwale at this time, and when the water entered at that place he swiftly withdrew his fingers, as if he objected to wetting
43、them.The little boat, drunken with this weight of water, reeled and snuggled deeper into the sea.“Bail her out, cook! Bail her out,“ said the captain.“All right, captain,“ said the cook.“Now, boys, the next one will do for us, sure,“ said the oiler. “Mind to jump clear of the boat.“The third wave mo
44、ved forward, huge, furious, implacable. It fairly swallowed the dingey, and almost simultaneously the men tumbled into the sea. A piece of life-belt had lain in the bottom of the boat, and as the correspondent went overboard he held this to his chest with his left hand.The January water was icy, and
45、 he reflected immediately that it was colder than he had expected to find it off the coast of Florida. This appeared to his dazed mind as a fact important enough to be noted at the time. The coldness of the water was sad; it was tragic. This fact was somehow mixed and confused with his opinion of hi
46、s own situation that it seemed almost a proper reason for tears. The water was cold.When he came to the surface he was conscious of little but the noisy water. Afterward he saw his companions in the sea. The oiler was ahead in the race. He was swimming strongly and rapidly. Off to the correspondents
47、 left, the cooks great white and corked back bulged out of the water, and in the rear the captain was hanging with his one good hand to the keel of the overturned dingey.There is a certain immovable quality to a shore, and the correspondent wondered at it amid the confusion of the sea.It seemed also
48、 very attractive, but the correspondent knew that it was a long journey, and he paddled leisurely. The piece of life-preserver lay under him, and sometimes he whirled down the incline of a wave as if he were on a hand-sled.But finally he arrived at a place in the sea where travel was beset with diff
49、iculty. He did not pause swimming to inquire what manner of current had caught him, but there his progress ceased. The shore was set before him like a bit of scenery on a stage, and he looked at it and understood with his eyes each detail of it.As the cook passed, much farther to the left, the captain was calling to him, “Turn over on your back, cook! Turn over on your back and use the oar.“All right, sir!“ The cook turned on his back, and, paddling with an oar, went ahead as if he were a canoe.Presently the boat also passed to the left of the correspon
