【考研类试卷】2010年北京外国语大学英语专业（英美文学）真题试卷及答案解析.doc

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1、2010 年北京外国语大学英语专业（英美文学）真题试卷及答案解析(总分：28.00，做题时间：90 分钟)一、匹配题(总题数：1，分数：20.00)AuthorsA. Henry David Thoreau B. William Wordsworth C. Charles DickensD. Alexander Pope E. Francis Bacon F. Charlotte BronteG. Percy Bysshe Shelley H. Robert Frost I. Mark TwainJ. William Shakespeare K. Nathaniel Hawthorne L.

2、Ralph W. EmersonM. William Blake（分数：20.00）(1).Whoso would be a man must be a non-conformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of our own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and

3、you shall have the suffrage of the world.（分数：2.00）_(2).It was fifteen minutes before I could work myself up to go and humble myself to a niggerbut I done it, and I warn“t ever sorry for it afterwards, neither. I didn“t do him no more mean tricks, and I wouldn“t done that one if I“d a knowed it would

4、 make him feel that way.（分数：2.00）_(3).While arranging my hair, I looked at my face in the glass and felt it was no longer plain; there was hope in its aspect and life in its colour; and my eyes seemed as if they had beheld the fount of fruition and borrowed beams from the lustrous ripple. I had ofte

5、n been unwilling to look at my master, because I feared he could not be pleased at my look: but I was sure I might lift my face to his now, and not cool his affection by its expression.（分数：2.00）_(4).Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discour

6、se; but to weigh and consider.（分数：2.00）_(5).Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I“ve tasted of desire,I hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.（分数：2.00）_(6).I wa

7、nder thro“ each charter“d street,Near where the charter“d Thames does flow,And mark in every face I meetMarks of weakness, marks of woe.（分数：2.00）_(7).Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is;What if my leaves are falling like its own!The tumult of thy mighty harmoniesWill take from both a deep, autum

8、nal tone,Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!（分数：2.00）_(8).Another thing in Joe that I could not understand when it first began to develop itself, but which I soon arrived at sorrowful comprehension of, was this: As I became stronger and better, Joe b

9、ecame a little less easy with me.（分数：2.00）_(9).All Nature is but art, unknown to thee;All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;All discord, harmony not understood;All partial evil, universal good;And, spite of pride, in erring reason“s spite,One truth is clear; whatever is, is right.（分数：2.00）

10、_(10).The grass-plot before the jail, in Prison Lane, on a certain summer morning, not tell than two centuries ago, was occupied by a pretty large number of the inhabitants of Boston, all with their eyes intently fastened on the iron-clamped oaken door. Amongst any other population, or at a later pe

11、riod in the history of New England, the grim rigidity that petrified the bearded physiognomies of these good people would have augured some awful business in hand.（分数：2.00）_二、分析题(总题数：1，分数：8.00)The Enormous RadioJim and Irene Westcott were the kind of people who seem to strike that satisfactory avera

12、ge of income, endeavor, and respectability that is reached by the statistical reports in college alumni bulletins. They were the parents of two young children, they had been married nine years, they lived on the twelfth floor of an apartmenthouse near Sutton Place, they went to the theater on an ave

13、rage of 10.3 times a year, and they hoped someday to live Westchester. Irene Westcott was a pleasant, rather plain girl with soft brown hair, and a wide, fine forehead upon which nothing at all had been written, and in the cold weather she wore a coat of fitch skins dyed to resemble mink. You could

14、not say that Jim Westcott looked younger than he was, but you could at least say of him that he seemed to feel younger. He wore his graying hair cut very short, he dressed in the kind of clothes his class had worn at Andover, and his manner was earnest, vehement, and intentionally naive. The Westcot

15、ts differed from their friends, their classmates, and their neighbors, only in an interest they shared in serious music. They went to a great many concertsalthough they seldom mentioned this to anyone and they spent a good deal of time listening to music on the radio.Their radio was an old instrumen

16、t, sensitive, unpredictable, and beyond repair. He promised to buy flrene a new radio, and on Monday when he came home from work he told her that he had got one. He refused to describe it, and said it would be a surprise for her when it came.The radio was delivered at the kitchen door the following

17、afternoon, and with the assistance of her maid and the handyman Irene uncrated it and brought it into the living room. She was struck at once with the physical ugliness of the large gumwood cabinet. Irene was proud of her living room, she had chosen its furnishings and colors as carefully as she cho

18、se her clothes, and now it seemed to her that her new radio stood among her intimate possessions like an aggressive intruder. She was confounded by the number of dials and switches on the instrument panel, and she studied them thoroughly before she put the plug into a wall socket and turned the radi

19、o on. The deals flooded with a malevolent green light, and in the distance she heard the music of a piano quintet. The quintet was in the distance for only an instant; it bore down upon her with a speed greater than light and filled the apartment with the noise of music amplified so mightily that it

20、 knocked a china ornament from a table to the floor. She rushed to the instrument and reduced the volume. The violent forces that were snared in the ugly gumwood cabinet made her uneasy. Her children came home from school then, and she took them to the park. It was not until later in the afternoon t

21、hat she was able to return to the radio.The maid had given the children their suppers and was supervising their baths when Irene turned on the radio, reduced the volume, and sat down to listen to a Mozart quintet that she knew and enjoyed. The music came through clearly. The new instrument had a muc

22、h purer tone, she thought, than the old one. She decided that tone was most important and that she could conceal the cabinet behind the sofa. But as soon as she had made her peace with the radio, the interference began. A crackling sound like the noise of a burning powder fuse began to accompany the

23、 singing of the strings. Beyond the music, there was a rustling that reminded Irene unpleasantly of the sea, and as the quintet progressed, these noises were joined by many others. She tried all the dials and switches but nothing dimmed the interference, and she sat down, disappointed and bewildered

24、, and tried to trace the flight of the melody. The elevator shaft in her building ran beside the living-room wall, and it was the noise of the elevator that gave her a clue to the character of the static. The rattling of the elevator cables and the opening and closing of the elevator doors, were rep

25、roduced in her loudspeaker, and, realizing that the radio was sensitive to electrical currents of all sorts, she began to discern through the Mozart the ringing of telephone bells, the dialing of phones, and the lamentation of a vacuum cleaner. By listening more carefully, she was able to distinguis

26、h doorbells, elevator bells, electric razors, and Waring mixers, whose sounds had been picked up from the apartments that surrounded hers and transmitted through her loudspeaker. The powerful and ugly instrument, with its mistaken sensibility to discord, was more than she could hope to master, so sh

27、e turned the thing off and went into the nursery to see her children.When Jim came home that night, he was tired, and he took a bath and changed his clothes. Then he joined Irene in the living room. He had just turned on the radio when the maid announced dinner, so he left it on, and Irene went to t

28、he table.Jim was too tired to make even pretense of sociability, and there was nothing about the dinner to hold Irene“s interest, so her attention wandered from the food to the deposits of silver polish on the candlesticks and from there to the music in the other room. She listened for a few minutes

29、 to a Chopin prelude and then was surprised to hear a man“s voice break in. “ For Christ“s sake, Kathy,“ he said, “do you always have to play the piano when I get home?“ The music stopped abruptly. “It“s the only chance I have,“ the woman said. “ So am I,“ the man said. He added something obscene ab

30、out an upright piano, and slammed a door. The passionate and melancholy music began again.“Did you hear that?“ Irene asked.“What?“ Jim was eating his dessert.“The radio. A man said something while the music was still going on-something dirty. “It“s probably a play. “I don“t think it is a play,“ Iren

31、e said.They left the table and took their coffee into the living room. Irene asked Jim to try another station. He turned the knob. “Have you seen my garters?“ A man asked. “Button me up,“ a woman said. “Have you seen my garters?“ the man said again. “Just button me up and I“ll find your garters,“ th

32、e woman said. Jim shifted to another station. “ I wish you wouldn“t leave apple cores in the ashtrays,“ a man said. “ I hate the smell. “This is strange,“ Jim said.“Isn“t it?“ Irene said.Jim turned the knob again. “On the coast of Coromandel where the early pumpkins blow,“ a woman with a pronounced

33、English accent said, “ in the middle of the woods lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Two old chairs, and half a candle, one old jug without a handle.“My God!“ Irene cried. “That“s the Sweeneys“ nurse. “These were all his worldly goods, “ the British voice continued.“Turn that thing off,“ Irene said. “Maybe

34、 they can hear us. “ Jim switched the radio off. “That was Miss Armstrong, the Sweeneys“ nurse,“ Irene said. “ She must be reading to the little girl. They live in 17-B. I“ve talked with Miss Armstrong in the park. I know her voice very well. We must be getting other people“s apartments. “That“s imp

35、ossible,“ Jim said.“Well, that was the Sweeneys“ nurse,“ Irene said hotly. “I know her voice. I know it very well. I“m wondering if they can hear us. “Jim turned the switch. First from a distance and then nearer, nearer, as if borne on the wind, came the pure accents of the Sweeneys“ nurse again: “

36、Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!“ she said, “ sitting where the pumpkins blow, will you come and be my wife, said the Yonggy-Bonggy-Bo.“Jim went over to the radio and said “ Hello“ loudly into the speaker.“I am tired of living singly, “ the nurse went on, “on this coast so wild and shingly, I“m a-weary of

37、my life; if you“ll come and be my wife, quite serene would be my life.“I guess she can“t hear us,“ Irene said. “Try something else. “Jim turned to another station, and the living room was filled with the uproar of a cocktail party that had overshot its mark. Someone was playing the piano and singing

38、 the “ Whiffenpoof Song,“ and the voices that surrounded the piano were vehement and happy. “ Eat some more sandwiches,“ a woman shrieked. There were screams of laughter and a dish of some sort crashed to the floor.“Those must be the Fullers, in 11-E,“ Irene said. “I knew they were giving a party th

39、is afternoon. I saw her in the liquor store. Isn“t this too divine? Try something else. See if you can get those people in 18-C. “The Westcotts overheard that evening a monologue on salmon fishing in Canada, a bridge game, running comments on home movies of what had apparently been a fortnight at Se

40、a Island, and a bitter family quarrel about an overdraft at the bank. They turned off their radio at midnight and went to bed, weak with laughter.The following morning, Irene cooked breakfast for the familythe maid didn“t come up from her room in the basement untilshe braided her daughter“s hair, an

41、d waited at the door until her children and her husband had been carried away in the elevator. Then she went into living room and tried the radio. “I don“t want to go to school,“ a child screamed. “I hate school. I won“t go to school. I hate school. “ “You will go to school,“ an enraged woman said.

42、“We paid eight hundred dollars to get you into that school and you“ll go if it kills you. “ The next number on the dial produced the worn record of the “ Missouri Waltz. “ Irene shifted the control and invaded the privacy of several breakfast tables. She overheard demonstrations of indigestion, carn

43、al love, abysmal vanity, faith, and despair. Irene“s life was nearly as simple and sheltered as it appeared to be, and the forthright and sometimes brutal language that came from the loudspeaker that morning astonished and troubled her. She continued to listen until her maid came in. Then she turned

44、 off the radio quickly, since this insight, she realized, was a furtive one.Irene had a luncheon date with a friend that day, and she left her apartment a little after twelve.Irene had two Martinis at lunch, and she looked searchingly at her friend and wondered what her secrets were. They had intend

45、ed to go shopping after lunch, but Irene excused herself and went home. She told the maid that she was not to be disturbed; then she went into the living room, closed the doors, and switched on the radio. She heard, in the course of the afternoon, the halting conversation of a woman entertaining her

46、 aunt, the hysterical conclusion of a luncheon party, and hostess briefing her maid about some cocktail guests. “ Don“t give the best Scotch to anyone who hasn“t white hair, “the hostess said. “See if you can get rid of the liver paste before you pass those hot things, and could you lend me five dollars? I want to tip the elevator man. “As the afternoon waned, the conversations increased in intensity. From where Irene sat, she could see the open sky above the East River. There were hundreds of clouds in the sky, as though the south wind had broken the winter into pieces and were blowing it n