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【考研类试卷】2009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

1、2009 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:36.00,做题时间:90 分钟)一、匹配题(总题数:1,分数:20.00)Authors A. T. S. EliotB. William WordsworthC. Charles DickensD. Jonathan SwiftE. John MiltonF. Francis BaconG. Percy Bysshe ShelleyH. Robert FrostI. Mark TwainJ. William ShakespeareK. Emily DickinsonL. Ralph W. EmersonM. Henry

2、 Wadsworth Longfellow(分数:20.00)(1).Fourthly, the constant breeders, besides the gain of eight shillings sterling per annum by the sale of their children, will be rid of the charge of maintaining them after the first year.(分数:2.00)_(2).How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stol“n on his wing

3、 my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career,But my late spring no bud or blossom shew“th.(分数:2.00)_(3).It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,

4、it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.(分数:2.00)_(4).April is the cruelest month, breeding Li

5、lacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.(分数:2.00)_(5).They cussed Jim considerable, though, and give him a cuff or two, side the head, once in a while, but Jim never said nothing, and he never let on to know me, and they took him to the same cabin, a

6、nd put his own clothes on him, and chained him again, and not to no bed-leg, this time, but to a big staple drove into the bottom log, and chained his hands, too, and both legs, and said he wasn“t to have nothing but bread and water to eat, after this , till his owner come or he was sold at auction.

7、(分数:2.00)_(6).Success is counted sweetest By those who ne“er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.(分数:2.00)_(7).Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing i

8、s at last sacred but the integrity of our own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world.(分数:2.00)_(8).The Soul selects her own Society Thenshuts the Door To her divine Majority Presents no more(分数:2.00)_(9).“It is a part of Miss Havisham“s plans for me, Pip,“ said E

9、stella, with a sigh, as if she were tired; “I am to write to her constantly and see her regularly, and report how I go onI and the jewelsfor they are nearly all mine now.“(分数:2.00)_(10).Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the s

10、ands of time.(分数:2.00)_二、分析题(总题数:2,分数:16.00)Once Upon a TimeNadine GordimerSomeone has written to ask me to contribute to an anthology of stories for children. I reply that I don“t write children“s stories; and he writes back that at a recent congress/book fair/seminar a certain novelist said every

11、writer ought to write at least one story for children. I think of sending a postcard saying I don“t accept that I “ought“ to write anything.And then last night I woke upor rather was awakened without knowing what had roused me.A voice in the echo-chamber of the subconscious?A sound.A creaking of the

12、 kind made by the weight carried be one foot after another along a wooden floor. I listened. I felt the apertures of my ears distend with concentration. Again: the creaking. I was waiting for it; waiting to hear if it indicated that feet were moving from room to room, coming up the passageto my door

13、. I have no burglar bars, no gun under the pillow, but I have the same fears as people who do take these precautions, and my windowpanes are thin as rime, could shatter like a wineglass. A woman was murdered (how do they put it) in broad daylight in a house two blocks away, last year, and the fierce

14、 dogs who guarded an old widower and his collection of antique clocks were strangled before he was knifed by a casual laborer he had dismissed without pay.I was staring at the door, making it out in my mind rather than seeing it, in the dark. I lay quite stilla victim alreadythe arrhythmia of heart

15、was fleeing, knocking this way and that against its body-cage. How finely tuned the senses are, just out of rest, sleep! I could never listen intently as that in the distractions of the day, I was reading every faintest sound, identifying and classifying its possible threat.But I learned that I was

16、to be neither threatened nor spared. There was no human weight pressing on the boards, the creaking was a buckling, an epicenter of stress. I was in it. The house that surrounds me while I sleep is built on undermined ground; far beneath my bed, the floor, the house“s foundations, the stopes and pas

17、sages of gold mines have hollowed the rock, and when some face trembles, detaches and falls, three thousand feet below, the whole house shifts slightly, bringing uneasy strain to the balance and counterbalance of brick, cement, wood and glass the hold it as a structure around me. The misbeats of my

18、heart tailed off like the last muffled flourishes on one of the wooden xylophones made by the Chopi and Tsonga migrant miners who might have been down there, under me in the earth at that moment. The stope where the fall was could have been disused, dripping water from its ruptured veins; or men mig

19、ht now be interred there in the most profound of tombs.I couldn“t find a position in which my mind would let go of my bodyrelease me to sleep again. So I began to tell myself a story, a bedtime story.In a house, in a suburb, in a city, there were a man and his wife who loved each other very much and

20、 were living happily ever after. They had a little boy, they loved him very much. They had a cat and a dog that the little boy loved very much. They had a car and a caravan trailer for holidays, and a swimming-pool which was fenced so that the little boy and his playmates would not fall in and drown

21、. They had a housemaid who was absolutely trustworthy and an itinerant gardener who was highly recommended by the neighbors. For when they began to live happily ever after they were warned, by that wise old witch, the husband“ s mother, not to take on anyone off the street. They were inscribed in a

22、medical benefit society, their pet dog was licensed, they were insured against fire, flood damage and theft, and subscribed to the local Neighborhood Watch, which supplied them with a plaque for their gates lettered YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED over the silhouette of a would-be intruder. He was masked; it c

23、ould not be said if he was black or white, and therefore proved the property owner was no racist.It was not possible to insure the house, the swimming pool or the car against riot damage. There were riots, but these were outside the city, where people of another color were quartered. These people we

24、re not allowed into the suburb except as reliable housemaids and gardeners, so there was nothing to fear, the husband told the wife. Yet she was afraid that some day such people might come up the street and tear off the plaque YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED and open the gates and stream in.Nonsense, my dear,

25、said the husband, there are police and soldiers and tear-gas and guns to keep them away. But to please herfor he loved her very much and buses were being burned, cars stoned, and schoolchildren shot by the police in those quarters out of sight and hearing of the suburbhe had electronically controlle

26、d gates fitted. Anyone who pulled off the sign YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED and tried to open the gates would have to announce his intentions by pressing a button and speaking into a receiver relayed to the house. The little boy was fascinated by the device and used, it as a walkie-talkie in cops and robber

27、s play with his small friends.The riots were suppressed, but there were many burglaries in the suburb and somebody“s trusted housemaid was tied up and shut in a cupboard by thieves while she was in charge of her employers“ house. The trusted housemaid of the man and wife and little boy was so upset

28、by this misfortune befalling a friend left, as she herself often was, with responsibility for the possessions of the man and his wife and the little boy that she implored her employers to have burglar bars attached to the doors and windows of the house, and an alarm system installed. The wife said,

29、She is right, let us take heed of her advice. So from every window and door in the house where they were living happily ever after they now saw the trees and sky through bars, and when the little boy“s pet cat tried to climb in by the fanlight to keep him company in his little bed at night, as it cu

30、stomarily had done, it set off the alarm keening through the house.The alarm was often answeredit seemedby other burglar alarms, in other houses, that had been triggered by pet cats or nibbling mice. The alarms called to one another across the gardens in shrills and bleats and wails that everyone so

31、on became accustomed to, so that the din roused the inhabitants of the suburb no more than the croak of frogs and musical grating of cicadas“ legs. Under cover of the electronic harpies“ discourse intruders sawed the iron bars and broke into homes, taking away hi-fi equipment, television sets, casse

32、tte players, cameras and radios, jewelry and clothing, and sometimes were hungry enough to devour everything in the refrigerator or paused audaciously to drink the whisky in the cabinets or patio bars. Insurance companies paid no compensation for single malt, a loss made keener by the property owner

33、“s knowledge that the thieves wouldn“t even have been able to appreciate what it was they were drinking.Then the time came when many of the people who were not trusted housemaids and gardeners hung about the suburb because they were unemployed. Some importuned for a job: weeding or painting a roof;

34、anything, baas (boss), madam. But the man and his wife remembered the warning about taking on anyone off the street. Some drank liquor and fouled the street with discarded bottles. Some begged, waiting for the man or his wife to drive the car out of the electronically operated gates. They sat about

35、with their feet in the gutters, under the jacaranda trees that made a green tunnel of the streetfor it was a beautiful suburb, spoilt only by their presenceand sometimes they fell asleep lying right before the gates in the midday sun. The wife could never see anyone go hungry. She sent the trusted h

36、ousemaid out with bread and tea but the trusted housemaid said these were loafers and tsotsis (criminals), who would come and tie her and shut her in a cupboard. The husband said, She“s right. Take heed of her advice. You only encourage them with your bread and tea. They are looking for their chance

37、. And he brought the little boy“s tricycle from the garden into the house every night, because if the house was surely secure, once locked and with the alarm set, someone might still be able to climb over the wall or the electronically closed gates into the garden.You are right, said the wife, then

38、the wall should be higher. And the wise old witch, the husband“s mother, paid for the extra bricks as her Christmas present to her son and his wife-the little boy got a Space Man outfit and a book of fairy tales.But every week there were more reports of intrusion: in broad daylight and the dead of n

39、ight in the early hours of the morning, and even in the lovely summer twilight-a certain family was at dinner while the bedrooms were being ransacked upstairs. The man and his wife, talking of the latest armed robbery in the suburb, were distracted by the sight of the little boy“s pet effortlessly a

40、rriving over the seven-foot wall, descending first with a rapid bracing of extended forepaws down on the sheer vertical surface, and then a graceful launch, landing with swishing tail within the property. The whitewashed wall was marked with the cat“s comings and goings and on the street side of the

41、 wall there were larger red-earth smudges that could have been made by the kind of broken running shoes, seen on the feet of unemployed loiterers, that had no innocent destination.When the man and wife and little boy took the pet dog for its walk round the neighborhood streets they no longer paused

42、to admire this show of roses or that perfect lawn; these were hidden behind an array of different varieties of security fences, walls and devices. The man, wife, little boy and dog passed a remarkable choice: there was the low-cost option of pieces of broken glass embedded in cement along the top of

43、 walls, there were iron grilles ending in lance-points, there were attempts at reconciling the aesthetics of prison architecture with the Spanish Villa (spikes painted pink) and with the plaster Urns of neoclassical facades (twelve-inch pikes finned like zigzags of lightning and painted pure white).

44、 Some walls had a small board affixed, giving the name and telephone number of the firm responsible for the installation of the devices. While the little boy and the pet dog raced ahead, the husband and wife found themselves comparing the possible effectiveness of each style against its appearance;

45、and after several weeks when they paused before this barricade or that without needing to speak, both came out with the conclusion that only one was worth considering. It was the ugliest but the most honest in its suggestion of the pure concentration-camp style, no frills, all evident efficacy. Plac

46、ed the length of walls, it consisted of a continuous coil of stiff and shining metal serrated into jagged blades, so that there would be no way of climbing over it and no way through its tunnel without getting entangled in its fangs. There would be no way out, only a struggle getting bloodier and bloodier, a deeper and sharper hooking and tearing of flesh. The wife shuddered to look at it. You“re right, said the husband, anyone would think twice. And they took heed of the advice on a small board fixed the, wall: Consult DRAGON“S TEETH The People For Total Security.Next day a gang of wo

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