1、2013 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：56.00，做题时间：90 分钟)一、匹配题(总题数：1，分数：40.00)1. Ode on Melancholy2. Love“s Labour“s 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 Boo
2、k of Snobs12. Robinson Crusoe13. The Purloined Letter14. The House of the Seven Gables15. My Antonia16. The Lost Girl17. Amelia18. The Rise of Silas Lapham19. The Titan20. Poor Richard“s Almanack（分数：40.00）(1).Benjamin Franklin（分数：2.00）_(2).Thomas Hardy（分数：2.00）_(3).Ralph Waldo Emerson（分数：2.00）_(4).J
3、ohn Keats（分数：2.00）_(5).Nathaniel Hawthorne（分数：2.00）_(6).D.H. Lawrence（分数：2.00）_(7).Edgar Allan Poe（分数：2.00）_(8).Alfred Tennyson（分数：2.00）_(9).Eugene O“Neill（分数：2.00）_(10).William Shakespeare（分数：2.00）_(11).Jack London（分数：2.00）_(12).Henry Fielding（分数：2.00）_(13).William Dean Howells（分数：2.00）_(14).Theodo
4、re Dreiser（分数：2.00）_(15).T.S.Eliot（分数：2.00）_(16).F. Scott Fitzgerald（分数：2.00）_(17).Daniel Defoe（分数：2.00）_(18).Sir Walter Scott（分数：2.00）_(19).William Makepeace Thackeray（分数：2.00）_(20).Willa Cather（分数：2.00）_二、填空题(总题数：6，分数：12.00)1.Symbolism is one of the most important characteristics of(1) 1“s work Th
5、e Waste Land. The titles for the(2) 2sections of the poem are themselves symbols. “The Burial of the (3) 3“ obviously stands for the(4) 4of the western civilization.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_2.By far the largest portion of Emily Dickinson“s poetry concerns(5) 1and(6) 2.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_3.One of the great Ameri
6、can(7) 1of the 1940s is Arthur(8) 2, who led the postwar new drama. He is best known as the author of “Death of a(9) 3“. It is a sad version of the(10) 4dream.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_4.W. H. Auden“s last important long poem is “The Age of(11) 1“ published in(12) 2. The age refers to the(13) 3time, especiall
7、y the time during and shortly after the(14) 4World War.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_5.Charles Dickens, inspired by(15) 1 “s book French Revolution wished to write a novel on the historical event and the result was(16)“ 2“.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_6.Fitzgerald was one of the great(17) 1 in American literature. T. S. Eliot
8、 read(18)“ 2“ three times and concluded that it was “the(19) 3that American fiction has taken since(20) 4“.（分数：2.00）填空项 1:_三、评论题(总题数：2，分数：4.00)7.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 ha
9、ve 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 him in his place.“I shot him dead becauseBecause he was my foe,Just so: my foe of course he was;That“s clear enough; although“He thought he“d enlist, perhaps,Off-hand li
10、kejust as IWas out of workhad sold his traps No other reason why.“Yes; quaint and curious war is!You shoot a fellow downYou“d treat if met where any bar is,Or help to half-a-crown. “1. half-pint of ale2. Possessions（分数：2.00）_8.Please read the following story and make comments in about 500 words.(70
11、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 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 cou
12、ntry. 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 above 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. N
13、ick 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 railroad 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,
14、colored from the pebbly bottom, and watched the trout keeping themselves steady in the current with wavering fins. As he watched them they changed 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 wit
15、h their noses into the current, many trout in deep, fast moving water, slightly distorted as he watched far down through the glassy convex surface 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
16、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 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 t
17、he 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 moved 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
18、 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 unresisting, to his post under the bridge where he tightened facing up into the current. Nick“s heart tightened as the trout moved. He felt all the old fee
19、ling. 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 around 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
20、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, sweating 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
21、 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, climbing, 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 whi
22、rring 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 them 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
23、 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 grasshoppers 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 win
24、gs. 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 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 h
25、im 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 dropped 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
26、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 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 swee
27、t 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. 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
28、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 against 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
29、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. 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
30、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 the open mouth of the tent Nick fixed cheesecloth to keep out mosquitoes. He trawled inside under the mosquito bar with various things from the pac
31、k 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. Already there was something mysterious and homelike. Nick was happy as he crawled inside the tent. He had not been unhappy all day. This was differ
32、ent 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 camp. 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 i
33、t. 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 into the flying pan. “ I“ve got a right to eat this kind of stuff, if I“m willing to carry it, “ Nick said. His voice sounded strange in the darke
34、ning 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 under 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
35、 Hopkins, but not which side he had taken. He decided to brine it to a boil. He remembered now that was Hopkins“s way. He had once argued about everything with Hopkins. 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 ou
36、t 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, sucking the apricots down. They were better than fresh apricots. The coffee boiled as he watched. The lid came up and coffee and grounds r
37、an 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 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 th
38、e 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, serious. 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 borr
39、owed 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 Hop“s 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
40、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. Hopkins 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 goi
41、ng 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 serious. 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
42、. 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 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
43、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 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
