1、2011 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：60.00，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. The Waves2. All“s Well that Ends Well3. Where Angels Fear to Tread4. Song of Myself5. Ulysses6. The Hairy Ape7. Women in Love8. The Pit9. Death in the Afternoon1
2、0. Babbitt11. Adam Bede12. Burmese Days13. The Innocents Abroad14. The Open Boat15. The Sketch Book16. Oliver Twist17. Lord Jim18. The American19. Light in August20. Typee（分数：40.00）(1).William Faulkner（分数：2.00）_(2).James Joyce（分数：2.00）_(3).Sinclair Lewis（分数：2.00）_(4).George Eliot（分数：2.00）_(5).Stephe
3、n Crane（分数：2.00）_(6).Charles Dickens（分数：2.00）_(7).Mark Twain（分数：2.00）_(8).E. M. Forster（分数：2.00）_(9).Eugene O“Neill（分数：2.00）_(10).William Shakespeare（分数：2.00）_(11).Frank Norris（分数：2.00）_(12).Joseph Conrad（分数：2.00）_(13).Henry James（分数：2.00）_(14).Herman Melville（分数：2.00）_(15).Ernest Hemingway（分数：2.00）
4、_(16).Walt Whitman（分数：2.00）_(17).George Orwell（分数：2.00）_(18).D.H. Lawrence（分数：2.00）_(19).Virginia Woolf（分数：2.00）_(20).Washington Irving（分数：2.00）_二、填空题(总题数：8，分数：16.00)1.A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man is an autobiographical sketch of(1)“s childhood and early(2)（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_2.The Romantic p
5、eriod in American literature stretches from(3)to(4)（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_3.James Fenimore Cooper created a(5)about the(6)period of the American nation.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_4.Edgar Allan Poe believes(7)is the most legitimate of all the poetic tones and the(8)_of a beautiful woman is the most poetical topic in t
6、he world.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_5.The Lake Poets criticized the industrialized(9)society by advocating the(10)to the patriarchal society of the past while Byron and Shelley attacked the forces of oppression both (11)and(12)and called on the oppressed people to rise against earthly tyrants.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_6
7、.The height of Thomas Hardy“s achievement as a novelist was reached in his last two novels both published in the 1890“s. The central figures in the two novels are(13)and(14)（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_7.Hemingway“s(15)hero is a man of(16)rather than a man of thought. He can be destroyed but not(17)and he always
8、 shows(18)under pressure.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_8.The central theme of Paradise Lost is taken from the(19)and deals with the Christian story of “the(20)of man“.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_三、评论题(总题数：2，分数：4.00)9.Please read the following poem and make comments in about 300 words.(50 points)The Wild Swans at Coole *The t
9、rees are in their autumn beauty,The woodland paths are dry,Under the October twilight the waterMirrors a still sky;Upon the brimming water among the stonesAre nine-and-fifty swans.The nineteenth autumn has come upon meSince I first made my count;I saw, before I had well finished,All suddenly mountAn
10、d scatter wheeling in great broken ringsUpon their clamorous wings.I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,And now my heart is sore.All“s changed since I, hearing at twilight,The first time on this shore,The bell-beat of their wings above my head,Trod with a lighter tread.Unwearied still, lover
11、 by lover,They paddle in the coldCompanionable streams or climb the air;Their hearts have not grown old;Passion or conquest, wander where they will,Attend upon them still.But now they drift on the still water,Mysterious, beautiful;Among what rushes will they build,By what lake“s edge of poolDelight
12、men“s eyes when I awake some dayTo find they have flown away?* Coole was the estate of Lady Augusta Gregory, the poet“s friend and patron, who encouraged the young poet and made her house a second home to him.（分数：2.00）_10.Please read the following story and make comments in about 500 words.(70 point
13、s)A Rose for EmilyIWhen Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral: the men through a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument, the women mostly out of curiosity to see the inside of her house, which no one save an old man-servanta combined gardener and cookhad seen in at
14、 least ten years.It was a big, squarish frame house that had once been white, decorated with cupolas and spires and scrolled balconies in the heavily lightsome style of the seventies, set on what had once been our most select street. But garages and cotton gins had encroached and obliterated even th
15、e august names of that neighborhood; only Miss Emily“s house was left, lifting its stubborn and coquettish decay above the cotton wagons and the gasoline pumpsan eyesore among eyesores. And now Miss Emily had gone to join the representatives of those august names where they lay in the cedar-bemused
16、cemetery among the ranked and anonymous graves of Union and Confederate soldiers who fell at the battle of Jefferson.Alive, Miss Emily had been a tradition, a duty, and a care; a sort of hereditary obligation upon the town, dating from that day in 1894 when Colonel Sartoris, the mayorhe who fathered
17、 the edict that no Negro woman should appear on the streets without an apronremitted her taxes, the dispensation dating from the death of her father on into perpetuity. Not that Miss Emily would have accepted charity. Colonel Sartoris invented an involved tale to the effect that Miss Emily“s father
18、had loaned money to the town, which the town, as a matter of business, preferred this way of repaying. Only a man of Colonel Sartoris“ generation and thought could have invented it, and only a woman could have believed it.When the next generation, with its more modern ideas, became mayors and alderm
19、en, this arrangement created some little dissatisfaction. On the first of the year they mailed her a tax notice. February came, and there was no reply. They wrote her a formal letter, asking her to call at the sheriffs office at her convenience. A week later the mayor wrote her himself, offering to
20、call or to send his car for her, and received in reply a note on paper of an archaic shape, in a thin, flowing calligraphy in faded ink, to the effect that she no longer went out at all. The tax notice was also enclosed, without comment.They called a special meeting of the Board of Aldermen. A deput
21、ation waited upon her, knocked at the door through which no visitor had passed since she ceased giving china-painting lessons eight or ten years earlier. They were admitted by the old Negro into a dim hall from which a stairway mounted into still more shadow. It smelled of dust and disusea close, da
22、nk smell. The Negro led them into the parlor. It was furnished in heavy, leather-covered furniture. When the Negro opened the blinds of one window, they could see that the leather was cracked; and when they sat down, a faint dust rose sluggishly about their thighs, spinning with slow motes in the si
23、ngle sun-ray. On a tarnished gilt easel before the fireplace stood a crayon portrait of Miss Emily“s father.They rose when she entereda small, fat woman in black, with a thin gold chain descending to her waist and vanishing into her belt, leaning on an ebony cane with a tarnished gold head. Her skel
24、eton was small and spare; perhaps that was why what would have been merely plumpness in another was obesity in her. She looked bloated, like a body long submerged in motionless water, and of that pallid hue. Her eyes, lost in the fatty ridges of her face, looked like two small pieces of coal pressed
25、 into a lump of dough as they moved from one face to another while the visitors stated their errand.She did not ask them to sit. She just stood in the door and listened quietly until the spokesman came to a stumbling halt. Then they could hear the invisible watch ticking at the end of the gold chain
26、.Her voice was dry and cold. “I have no taxes in Jefferson. Colonel Sartoris explained it to me. Perhaps one of you can gain access to the city records and satisfy yourselves. “But we have. We are the city authorities, Miss Emily. Didn“t you get a notice from the sheriff, signed by him?“I received a
27、 paper, yes,“ Miss Emily said. “Perhaps he considers himself the sheriff. I have no taxes in Jefferson. “But there is nothing on the books to show that, you see. We must go by the“See Colonel Sartoris. I have no taxes in Jefferson. “But, Miss Emily“ See Colonel Sartoris. “(Colonel Sartoris had been
28、dead almost ten years.)“ I have no taxes in Jefferson. Tobe!“ The Negro appeared. “Show these gentlemen out. “IISo she vanquished them, horse and foot, just as she had vanquished their fathers thirty years before about the smell. That was two years after her father“s death and a short time after her
29、 sweetheartthe one we believed would marry herhad deserted her. After her father“s death she went out very little; after her sweetheart went away, people hardly saw her at all. A few of the ladies had the temerity to call, but were not received, and the only sign of life about the place was the Negr
30、o mana young man thengoing in and out with a market basket.“ Just as if a manany mancould keep a kitchen properly,“ the ladies said; so they were not surprised when the smell developed. It was another link between the gross, teeming world and the high and mighty Griersons.A neighbor, a woman, compla
31、ined to the mayor, Judge Stevens, eighty years old.“But what will you have me do about it, madam?“ he said.“Why, send her word to stop it,“ the woman said. “Isn“t there a law?“ I“m sure that won“t be necessary,“ Judge Stevens said. “ It“s probably just a snake or a rat that nigger of hers killed in
32、the yard. I“ll speak to him about it. “The next day he received two more complaints, one from a man who came in diffident deprecation. “We really must do something about it, Judge. I“d be the last one in the world to bother Miss Emily, but we“ve got to do something. “ That night the Board of Alderme
33、n metthree graybeards and one younger man, a member of the rising generation.“It“s simple enough,“ he said. “Send her word to have her place cleaned up. Give her a certain time to do it in, and if she don“t.“Dammit, sir, “ Judge Stevens said, “will you accuse a lady to her face of smelling bad?“So t
34、he next night, after midnight, four men crossed Miss Emily“s lawn and slunk about the house like burglars, sniffing along the base of the brickwork and at the cellar openings while one of them performed a regular sowing motion with his hand out of a sack slung from his shoulder. They broke open the
35、cellar door and sprinkled lime there, and in all the outbuildings. As they recrossed the lawn, a window that had been bark was lighted and Miss Emily sat in it, the light behind her, and her upright torso motionless as that of an idol. They crept quietly across the lawn and into the shadow of the lo
36、custs that lined the street. After a week or two the smell went away.That was when people had begun to feel really sorry for her. People in our town, remembering how old lady Wyatt, her great-aunt, had gone completely crazy at last, believed that the Griersons held themselves a little too high for w
37、hat they really were. None of the young men were quite good enough for Miss Emily and such. We had long thought of them as a tableau; Miss Emily a slender figure in white in the background, her father a spraddled silhouette in the foreground, his back to her and clutching a horsewhip, the two of the
38、m framed by the back-flung front door. So when she got to be thirty and was still single, we were not pleased exactly, but vindicated; even with insanity in the family she wouldn“t have turned down all of her chances if they had really materialized.When her father died, it got about that the house w
39、as all that was left to her; and in a way, people were glad. At last they could pity Miss Emily. Being left alone, and a pauper, she had become humanized. Now she too would know the old thrill and the old despair of a penny more or less.The day after his death all the ladies prepared to call at the
40、house and offer condolence and aid, as is our custom. Miss Emily met them at the door, dressed as usual and with no trace of grief on her face. She told them that her father was not dead. She did that for three days, with the ministers calling on her, and the doctors, trying to persuade her to let t
41、hem dispose of the body. Just as they were about to resort to law and force, she broke down, and they buried her father quickly.We did not say she was crazy them. We believed she had to do that. We remembered all the young men her father had driven away, and we knew that with nothing left, she would
42、 have to cling to that which had robbed her, as people will.IIIShe was sick for a long time. When we saw her again, her hair was cut short, making her look like a girl, with a vague resemblance to those angels in colored church windowssort of tragic and serene.The town had just let the contracts for
43、 paving the sidewalks, and in the summer after her father“s death they began the work. The construction company came with niggers and mules and machinery, and a foreman named Homer Barron, a Yankeea big, dark, ready man, with a big voice and eyes lighter than his face. The little boys would follow in groups to hear him cuss the niggers, and the niggers singing in ti
