1、2010 年国际关系学院英语专业（英美文学）真题试卷及答案解析(总分：58.00，做题时间：90 分钟)一、匹配题(总题数：1，分数：40.00)Please match the following authors with their works.(10 points)1. Death of a Salesman2. As You Like It3. The Garden Party4. The Forsyte Saga5. Herzog6. Dubliners7. The Vicar of Wakefield8. Man and Superman9. To Have and Have no
2、t10. V.11. Decline and Fall12. Animal Farm13. The Naked and the Dead14. The Catcher in the Rye15. Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking16. Of Plymouth Plantation17. In Memory of W. B. Yeats18. Invisible Man19. Pickwick Papers20. The Grapes of Wrath（分数：40.00）(1).William Bradford（分数：2.00）_(2).James Joyc
3、e（分数：2.00）_(3).Thomas Pynchon（分数：2.00）_(4).Evelyn Waugh（分数：2.00）_(5).J.D. Salinger（分数：2.00）_(6).Charles Dickens（分数：2.00）_(7).Norman Mailer（分数：2.00）_(8).Katherine Mansfield（分数：2.00）_(9).Saul Bellow（分数：2.00）_(10).William Shakespeare（分数：2.00）_(11).Ralph Ellison（分数：2.00）_(12).W. H. Auden（分数：2.00）_(13).J
4、ohn Galsworthy（分数：2.00）_(14).John Steinbeck（分数：2.00）_(15).Ernest Hemingway（分数：2.00）_(16).Walt Whitman（分数：2.00）_(17).George Orwell（分数：2.00）_(18).Oliver Goldsmith（分数：2.00）_(19).George Bernard Shaw（分数：2.00）_(20).Arthur Miller（分数：2.00）_二、填空题(总题数：7，分数：14.00)1.Eugene O“Neill borrowed freely from the best
5、traditions of(1)drama, be it Greek(2), or the(3)of Ibsen, or the(4)of Strindberg.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_2.Black literature flourished in the(5)in the Northeast part of New York City called(6), a neighborhood of poor black slums.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_3.Mark Twain, pseudonym of Samuel Langhorne(7), started off as
6、a(8)colorist. His novel (9)is the one book from which, as Hemingway noted, “all(10)American literature comes“.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_4.Virginia Woolf experimented with the(11)technique in her novel To the(12)（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_5.Of English drama in the first quarter of the 20th century mention should be made
7、briefly of the theatrical activities in the two provincial centers of(13)and(14)（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_6.The school of(15)in English literature and art in the last decades of the(16)century is mainly represented by Walter Pater and Oscar Wilde, with(17)as its chief authority and source of inspiration and(1
8、8)as its most popular spokesman.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_7.Beowulf probably existed in its oral form as early as the(19)century, and its hero and his adventures are placed in(20)and southern Sweden rather than in England.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_三、评论题(总题数：2，分数：4.00)8.Please read the following poem and write a comment
9、 in about 300 words.(50 points)To AutumnSEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;To bend with apples the moss“d cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the co
10、re;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And still more, later flowers for the bees,Until they think warm days will never cease,For Summer has o“er-brimm“d their clammy cells.Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may
11、 findThee sitting careless on a granary floor,Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;Or on a half-reap“d furrow sound asleep,Drows“d with the fume of poppies, while thy hookSpares the next swath and all its twined flowers;And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keepSteady thy laden head across a
12、brook;Or by a cider-press, with patient look,Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;Then in a wailful choir the
13、 small gnats mournAmong the river sallows, borne aloftOr sinking as the light wind lives or dies;And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble softThe red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.（分数：2.00）_9.Please re
14、ad the following story and make a comment in about 500 words.(70 points)To Build a FireDay had broken cold and gray, exceedingly cold and gray, when the man turned aside from the main Yukon trail and climbed the high earth-bank, where a dim and little-travelled trail led eastward through the fat spr
15、uce timberland. It was a steep bank, and he paused for breath at the top, excusing the act to himself by looking at his watch. It was nine o“clock. There was no sun nor hint of sun, though there was not a cloud in the sky. It was a clear day, and yet there seemed an intangible pall over the face of
16、things, a subtle gloom that made the day dark, and that was due to the absence of sun. This fact did not worry the man. He was used to the lack of sun. It had been days since he had seen the sun, and he knew that a few more days must pass before that cheerful orb, due south, would just peep above th
17、e sky-line and dip immediately from view.The man flung a look back along the way he had come. The Yukon lay a mile wide and hidden under three feet of ice. On top of this ice were as many feet of snow. It was all pure white, rolling in gentle undulations where the ice-jams of the freeze-up had forme
18、d. North and south, as far as his eye could see, it was unbroken white, save for a dark hair-line that curved and twisted from around the spruce-covered island to the south, and that curved and twisted away into the north, where it disappeared behind another spruce-covered island.But all thisthe mys
19、terious, far-reaching hair-line trail, the absence of sun from the sky, the tremendous cold, and the strangeness and weirdness of it allmade no impression on the man. It was not because he was long used to it. He was a newcomer in the land, a chechaquo, and this was his first winter. The trouble wit
20、h him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances. Fifty degrees below zero meant eighty-odd degrees of frost. Such fact impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, and that was all. It did not lead him to
21、 meditate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon man“s frailty in general, able only to live within certain narrow limits of heat and cold; and from there on it did not lead him to the conjectural field of immortality and man“s place in the universe. Fifty degrees below zero stood f
22、or a bite of frost that hurt and that must be guarded against by the use of mittens, ear-flaps, warm moccasins, and thick socks. Fifty degrees below zero was to him just precisely fifty degrees below zero. That there should be anything more to it than that was a thought that never entered his head.A
23、s he turned to go on, he spat speculatively. There was a sharp, explosive crackle that startled him. He spat again. And again, in the air, before it could fall to the snow, the spittle crackled. He knew that at fifty below spittle crackled on the snow, but this spittle had crackled in the air. Undou
24、btedly it was colder than fifty belowhow much colder he did not know. But the temperature did not matter. He was bound for the old claim on the left fork of Henderson Creek, where the boys were already. They had come over across the divide from the Indian Creek country, while he had come the roundab
25、out way to take a look at the possibilities of getting out logs in the spring from the islands in the Yukon. He would be in to camp by six o“clock; a bit after dark, it was true, but the boys would be there, a fire would be going, and a hot supper would be ready. As for lunch, he pressed his hand ag
26、ainst the protracting bundle under his jacket. It was also under his shirt, wrapped up in a handkerchief and lying against the naked skin. It was the only way to keep the biscuits from freezing. He smiled agreeably to himself as he thought of those biscuits, each cut open and sopped in bacon grease,
27、 and each enclosing a generous slice of fried bacon.At the man“s heels trotted a dog, a big native husky, the proper wolf-dog, gray-coated and without any visible or temperamental difference from its brother, the wild wolf. The animal was depressed by the tremendous cold. It knew that it was no time
28、 for travelling. Its instinct told it a truer tale than was told to the man by the man“s judgment. In reality, it was not merely colder than fifty below zero; it was colder than sixty below, than seventy below. It was seventy-five below zero. Since the freezing-point is thirty-two above zero, it mea
29、nt that one hundred and seven degrees of frost obtained. The dog did not know anything about thermometers. Possibly in its brain there was no sharp consciousness of a condition of very cold such as was in the man“s brain. But the brute had its instinct. It experienced a vague but menacing apprehensi
30、on that subdued it and made it slink along at the man“s heels, and that made it question eagerly every unwonted movement of the man as if expecting him to go into camp or to seek shelter somewhere and build a fire. The dog had learned fire, and it wanted fire, or else to burrow under the snow and cu
31、ddle its warmth away from the air.Once in a while the thought reiterated itself that it was very cold and that he had never experienced such cold. As he walked along he rubbed his cheek-bones and nose with the back of his mittened hand. He did this automatically, now and again changing hands. But ru
32、b as he would, the instant he stopped his cheek-bones went numb, and the following instant the end of his nose went numb. He was sure to frost his cheeks; he knew that, and experienced a pang of regret that he had not devised a nose-strap of the sort Bud wore in cold snaps. Such a strap passed acros
33、s the cheeks, as well, and saved them. But it didn“t matter much, after all. What were frosted cheeks? A bit painful, that was all; they were never serious.Empty as the man“s mind was of thoughts, he was keenly observant, and he noticed the changes in the creek, the curves and bends and timber-jams,
34、 and always he sharply noted where he placed his feet. Once, coming around a bend, he shied abruptly, like a startled horse, curved away from the place where he had been walking, and retreated several paces back along the trail. The creek he knew was frozen clear to the bottom,no creek could contain
35、 water in that arctic winter,but he knew also that there were springs that bubbled out from the hillsides and ran along under the snow and on top the ice of the creek. He knew that the coldest snaps never froze these springs, and he knew likewise their danger. They were traps. They hid pools of wate
36、r under the snow that might be three inches deep, or three feet. Sometimes a skin of ice half an inch thick covered them, and in turn was covered by the snow. Sometimes there were alternate layers of water and ice-skin, so that when one broke through he kept on breaking through for a while, sometime
37、s wetting himself to the waist.That was why he had shied in such panic. He had felt the give under his feet and heard the crackle of a snow-hidden ice-skin. And to get his feet wet in such a temperature meant trouble and danger. At the very least it meant delay, for he would be forced to stop and bu
38、ild a fire, and under its protection to bare his feet while he dried his socks and moccasins. He stood and studied the creek-bed and its banks, and decided that the flow of water came from the right. He reflected awhile, rubbing his nose and cheeks, then skirted to the left, stepping gingerly and te
39、sting the footing for each step. Once clear of the danger, he took a fresh chew of tobacco and swung along at his four-mile gait.In the course of the next two hours he came upon several similar traps. Usually the snow above the hidden pools had a sunken, candied appearance that advertised the danger
40、. Once again, however, he had a close call; and once, suspecting danger, he compelled the dog to go on in front. The dog did not want to go. It hung back until the man shoved it forward, and then it went quickly across the white, unbroken surface. Suddenly it broke through, floundered to one side, a
41、nd got away to firmer footing. It had wet its forefeet and legs, and almost immediately the water that clung to it turned to ice. It made quick efforts to lick the ice off its legs, then dropped down in the snow and began to bite out the ice that had formed between the toes. This was a matter of ins
42、tinct. To permit the ice to remain would mean sore feet. It did not know this. It merely obeyed the mysterious prompting that arose from the deep crypts of its being. But the man knew, having achieved a judgment on the subject, and he removed the mitten from his right hand and helped tear out the ic
43、e-particles. He did not expose his fingers more than a minute, and was astonished at the swift numbness that smote them. It certainly was cold. He pulled on the mitten hastily, and beat the hand savagely across his chest.The man took a chew of tobacco and proceeded to start a new amber beard. Also, his moist breath quickly powdered with white his mustache, eyebrows, and lashes. There did not seem to be
