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1、2013 年国际关系学院英语专业（英美文学）真题试卷及答案与解析一、匹配题0 1. Ode on Melancholy2. Loves Labours Lost3. The Holy Grail and Other Poems4. The Beautiful and Damned5. Wessex Tales6. The Great God Brown7. Rob Roy8. The People of the Abyss9. Ash Wednesday10. The American ScholarII. The Book of Snobs12. Robinson Crusoe13. The

2、 Purloined Letter14. The House of the Seven Gables15. My Antonia16. The Lost Girl17. Amelia18. The Rise of Silas Lapham19. The Titan20. Poor Richards Almanack1 Benjamin Franklin2 Thomas Hardy3 Ralph Waldo Emerson4 John Keats5 Nathaniel Hawthorne6 D.H. Lawrence7 Edgar Allan Poe8 Alfred Tennyson9 Euge

3、ne ONeill10 William Shakespeare11 Jack London12 Henry Fielding13 William Dean Howells14 Theodore Dreiser15 T.S.Eliot16 F. Scott Fitzgerald17 Daniel Defoe18 Sir Walter Scott19 William Makepeace Thackeray20 Willa Cather二、填空题21 Symbolism is one of the most important characteristics of(1)_s work The Was

4、te Land. The titles for the(2)_sections of the poem are themselves symbols. “The Burial of the (3)_“ obviously stands for the(4)_of the western civilization.22 By far the largest portion of Emily Dickinsons poetry concerns(5)_and(6)_.23 One of the great American(7)_of the 1940s is Arthur(8)_, who le

5、d the postwar new drama. He is best known as the author of “Death of a(9)_“. It is a sad version of the(10)_dream.24 W. H. Audens last important long poem is “The Age of(11)_“ published in(12) _. The age refers to the(13)_time, especially the time during and shortly after the(14)_World War.25 Charle

6、s Dickens, inspired by(15)_ s book French Revolution wished to write a novel on the historical event and the result was(16)“ _“.26 Fitzgerald was one of the great(17)_ in American literature. T. S. Eliot read(18)“_“ three times and concluded that it was “the(19)_that American fiction has taken since

7、(20)_“.三、评论题27 Please read the following poem and make comments in about 300 words.(50 points)The Man He Killed“Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have sat us down to wet Right many a nipperkin!“but ranged as infantry,And staring face to face,I shot at him as he at me,And killed

8、 him in his place.“I shot him dead becauseBecause he was my foe,Just so: my foe of course he was;Thats clear enough; although“He thought hed enlist, perhaps,Off-hand likejust as IWas out of workhad sold his traps No other reason why.“Yes; quaint and curious war is!You shoot a fellow downYoud treat i

9、f met where any bar is,Or help to half-a-crown. “1. half-pint of ale2. Possessions28 Please read the following story and make comments in about 500 words.(70 points)Big Two-Hearted River PART I The train went on up the track out of sight, around one of the hills of burnt timber. Nick sat down on the

10、 bundle of canvas and bedding the baggage man had pitched out of the door of the baggage car. There was no town, nothing but the rails and the burned-over country. The thirteen saloons that had lined the one street of Seney had not left a trace. The foundations of the Mansion House hotel stuck up ab

11、ove the ground. The stone was chipped and split by the fire, it was all that was left of the town of Seney. Even the surface had been burned off the ground.Nick looked at the burned-over stretch of hillside, where he had expected to find the scattered houses of the town and then walked down the rail

12、road track to the bridge over the river. The river was there. It swirled against the log spires of the bridge. Nick looked down into the clear, brown water, colored from the pebbly bottom, and watched the trout keeping themselves steady in the current with wavering fins. As he watched them they chan

13、ged their positions again by quick angles, only to hold steady in the fast water again. Nick watched them a long time.He watched them holding themselves with their noses into the current, many trout in deep, fast moving water, slightly distorted as he watched far down through the glassy convex surfa

14、ce of the pool its surface pushing and swelling smooth against the resistance of the log-driven piles of the bridge. At the bottom of the pool were the big trout. Nick did not see them at first. Then he saw them at the bottom of the pool, big trout looking to hold themselves on the gravel bottom in

15、a varying mist of gravel and sand, raised in spurts by the current.Nick looked down into the pool from the bridge. It was a hot day. A kingfisher flew up the stream. It was a long time since Nick had looked into a stream and seen trout. They were very satisfactory. As the shadow of the kingfisher mo

16、ved up the stream, a big trout shot upstream in a long angle, only his shadow marking the angle, then lost his shadow as he came through the surface of the water, caught the sun, and then, as he went back into the stream under the surface, his shadow seemed to float down the stream with the current

17、unresisting, to his post under the bridge where he tightened facing up into the current.Nicks heart tightened as the trout moved. He felt all the old feeling. He turned and looked down the stream. It stretched away, pebbly-bottomed with shallows and big boulders and a deep pool as it curved away aro

18、und the foot of a bluff.From the time he had gotten down off the train and the baggage man had thrown his pack out of the open car door things had been different. Seney was burned, the country was burned over and changed, but it did not matter. It could not all be burned. He hiked along the road, sw

19、eating in the sun, climbing to cross the range of hills that separated the railway from the pine plains.As he smoked his legs stretched out in front of him, he noticed a grasshopper walk along the ground and up onto his woolen sock. The grasshopper was black. As he had walked along the road, climbin

20、g, he had started grasshoppers from with dust. They were all black. They were not the big grasshoppers with yellow and black or red and black wings whirring out from their black wing sheathing as they fly up. These were just ordinary hoppers, but all a sooty black in color. Nick had wondered about t

21、hem as he walked without really thinking about them. Now, as he watched the black hopper that was nibbling at the wool of his sock with its fourway lip he realized that they had all turned black from living in the burned-over land. He realized that the fire must have come the year before, but the gr

22、asshoppers were all black now. He wondered how long they would stay that way.Carefully he reached his hand down and took hold of the hopper by the wings. He turned him up, all his legs walking in the air, and looked at his jointed belly. Yes, it was black too, iridescent where the back and head were

23、 dusty.“Go on, hopper,“ Nick said, speaking out loud for the first time. “Fly away somewhere.He tossed the grasshopper up into the air and watched him sail away to a charcoal stump across the road.The ground rose, wooded and sandy, to overlook the meadow, the stretch of river and the swamp. Nick dro

24、pped his pack and rod case and looked for a level piece of ground. He was very hungry and he wanted to make his camp before he cooked. Between two jack pines, the ground was quite level. He took the ax out of the pack and chopped out two projecting roots. That leveled a piece of ground large enough

25、to sleep on. He smoothed out the sandy soil with his hand and pulled all the sweet fern bushes by their roots. His hands smelled good from the sweet fern. He smoothed the uprooted earth. He did not want anything making lumps under the blankets. When he had the ground smooth, he spread his blankets.

26、One he folded double, next to the ground. The other two he spread on top.With the ax he slit off a bright slab of pine from one of the stumps and split it into pegs for the tent. He wanted them long and solid to hold in the ground. With the tern unpacked and spread on the ground, the pack, leaning a

27、gainst a jack pine, looked much smaller. Nick tied the rope that served the tent for a ridgepole to the trunk of one of the pine trees and pulled the tent up off the ground with the other end of the rope and tied it to the other pine. The tent hung on the rope like a canvas blanket on a clothesline.

28、 Nick poked a pole he had cut up under the back peak of the canvas and then made it a tent by pegging out the sides. He pegged the sides out taut and drove the pegs deep, hiring them down into the ground with the flat of the ax until the rope loops were buried and the canvas was drum tight.Across th

29、e open mouth of the tent Nick fixed cheesecloth to keep out mosquitoes. He trawled inside under the mosquito bar with various things from the pack to put at the head of the bed under the slant of the canvas. Inside the tent the light came through the brown canvas. It smelled pleasantly of canvas. Al

30、ready there was something mysterious and homelike. Nick was happy as he crawled inside the tent. He had not been unhappy all day. This was different though. Now things were done. There had been this to do. Now it was done. It had been a hard trip. He was very tired. That was done. He had made his ca

31、mp. He was settled. Nothing could touch him. It was a good place to camp. He was there, in the good place. He was in his home where he had made it. Now he was hungry.Nick was hungry. He did not believe he had ever been hungrier. He opened and emptied a can at pork and beans and a can of spaghetti in

32、to the flying pan.“ Ive got a right to eat this kind of stuff, if Im willing to carry it, “ Nick said. His voice sounded strange in the darkening woods. He did not speak again.Nick drove another big nail and hung up the bucket full of water. He dipped the coffee pot half full, put some more chips un

33、der the grill onto the fire and put the pot oil. He could not remember which way he made coffee. He could remember an argument about it with Hopkins, but not which side he had taken. He decided to brine it to a boil. He remembered now that was Hopkinss way. He had once argued about everything with H

34、opkins. While he waited for the coffee to boil, he opened a small can of apricots. He liked to open cans. He emptied the can of apricots out into a tin cup. While he watched the coffee on the fire, he drank the juice syrup of the apricots, carefully at first to keep from spilling, then meditatively,

35、 sucking the apricots down. They were better than fresh apricots.The coffee boiled as he watched. The lid came up and coffee and grounds ran down the side of the pot. Nick took it off the grill. It was a triumph for Hopkins. He put sugar in the empty apricot cup and poured some of the coffee out to

36、cool. It was too hot to pour and he used his hat to hold the handle of the coffee pot. He would not let it steep in the pot at all. Not the first cup. It should be straight. Hopkins deserved that. Hop was avers, serious coffee drinker. He was the most serious man Nick had ever known. Not heavy, seri

37、ous. That was a long time ago Hopkins spoke without moving his lips. He had played polo. He made millions of dollars in Texas. He had borrowed carfare to go to Chicago when the wire came that his first big well had come in. He could have wired for money. That would have been too slow. They called Ho

38、ps girl the Blonde Venus. Hop did not mind because she was not his real girl. Hopkins said very confidently that none of them would make fun of his real girl. He was right. Hopkins went away when the telegram came. That was on the Black River. It took eight days for the telegram to reach him. Hopkin

39、s gave away his 22-caliber Colt automatic pistol to Nick. He gave his camera to Bill. It was to remember him always by. They were all going fishing again next summer. The Hop Head was rich. He would get a yacht and they would all cruise along the north shore of Lake Superior. He was excited but seri

40、ous. They said good-bye and all felt bad. It broke up the trip. They never saw Hopkins again. That was a long time ago on the Black River.Nick drank the coffee, the coffee according to Hopkins. The coffee was bitter. Nick laughed. It made a good ending to the story. His mind was starting to work. He

41、 knew he could choke it because he was tired enough. He spilled the coffee out of the pot and shook the grounds loose into the fire. He lit a cigarette and went inside the tent. He took off his shoes and trousers, sitting on the blankets, rolled the shoes up inside the trousers for a pillow and got

42、in between the blankets.Out through the front of the tent he watched the glow of the fire when the night wind blew. It was a quiet night. The swamp was perfectly quiet. Nick stretched under the blanket comfortably. A mosquito hummed close to his ear. Nick sat up and lit a match. The mosquito was on

43、the canvas, over his head Nick moved the match quickly up to it. The mosquito made a satisfactory hiss in the flame. The match went out. Nick lay down again under the blanket. He turned on his side and shut his eyes. He was sleepy. He felt sleep coming. He curled up under the blanket and went to sle

44、ep.PART IIIn the morning the sun was up and the tent was starting to get hot. Nick crawled out under the mosquito netting stretched across the mouth of the tent, to look at the morning. The grass was wet on his hands as he came out. The sun was just up over the hill. There was the meadow, the river

45、and the swamp. There were birch trees in the green of the swamp on the other side of the river.The river was clear and smoothly fast in the early morning. Down about two hundred yards were three logs all the way across the stream. They made the water smooth and deep above them. As Nick watched, a mi

46、nk crossed the river on the logs and went into the swamp. Nick was excited. He was excited by the early morning and the rivet; He was really too hurried to eat breakfast, but he knew he must. He built a little fire and put on the coffee pot.While the water was heating in the pot he took an empty bon

47、e and went down over the edge of the high ground to the meadow. The meadow was wet with dew and Nick wanted to catch grasshoppers for bait before the sun dried the grass. He found plenty of good grasshoppers. They were at the base of the grass, stems. Sometimes they clung to a grass stem. They were

48、cold and wet with the dew, and could not jump until the sun warmed them. Nick picked them up, taking only the medium-sized brown ones, and put them into the bottle. He turned over a log and just under the shelter of the edge were several hundred hoppers. It was a grasshopper lodging house. Nick put

49、about fifty of the medium browns into the bottle. While he was picking up the hoppers the others warmed in the sun and commenced to hop away. They flew when they hopped. At first they made one flight and stayed stiff when they landed, as though they were dead.Nick knew that by the time he was through with breakfast they would be as lively as ever. Without dew in the grass it would take him all day to catch a bottle full of good grasshoppers and he would have to crush many