1、英语专业（英美文学）模拟试卷 14 及答案与解析一、问答题1 When, in disgrace with Fortune and mens eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desir
2、ing this mans art, and that mans scope, With what I most enjoy contented least;2 To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays
3、that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and vulgar things.3 “My Faith is gone!“ cried he, after one stupefied moment. “There is no good on earth; and sin is but a name. Come, devil! For to thee is this world given.“4 And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea!All i
4、n a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up abovethe mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon.Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idleas a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water,every where,
5、Nor any drop to drink.5 “It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,“ he answered. “Kiss me again; and dont let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer-but yours! How can I?“6 Much Madness is divinest Sense To a discerning EyeMuch S
6、ensethe starkest MadnessTis the MajorityIn this, as All, prevailAssentand you are saneDemur youre straightway dangerousAnd handled with a Chain7 The horror that rushed over Adam completely mastered him, and forced upon him its own belief. He could feel nothing but that death was in Arthurs face, and
7、 that he was helpless before it. He made not a single movement, but knelt like an image of despair gazing at an image of death.8 For Lucy had her work cut out for her. The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayers men were coming. And then, thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morningfresh as
8、 if issued to children on a beach.9 With a bald spot in the middle of my hair(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!“)My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin10 Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we
9、nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.10 Read the poem and answer the questions below.(40 points)Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To wa
10、tch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sounds the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.The
11、woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.11 Identify the poet and the title of the poem.(5 points)12 Illustrate the tone, the theme of the poem and the images used by the poet to express the theme.(15 points)13 The p
12、oet is said to have “rejected the revolutionary poetic principals of his contemporaries“. Prove the validity of the statement with reference to his works.(20 points)13 Read the short story or an excerpt from a novel and answer the questions.(40 points)A Rose for EmilyWilliam Faulkner I When Miss Emi
13、ly 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 manservanta combined gardener and cookhad seen in at least ten years.It was a big, sq
14、uarish 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 the august names of that neighborho
15、od; only Miss Emilys 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 cemetery among the ranked and anon
16、ymous 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 Sartoris2, the mayorhe who fathered the edict that no Negro woman sh
17、ould 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 Emilys father had loaned money to the town, whic
18、h 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 modem ideas, became mayors and aldermen, this arrangement created some li
19、ttle 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 call or to send his car for her, and
20、 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 deputation waited upon her, knocked at th
21、e 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, dank smell. The Negro led them into t
22、he parlor. It was furnished in heavy, leather-covered furniture. When the Negro opened the blinds of one window, a faint dust rose sluggishly about their thighs, spinning with slow motes in the single sun-ray. On a tarnished gilt easel before the fireplace stood a crayon portrait of Miss Emilys fath
23、er.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 skeleton was small and spare; perhaps that was why what would have been merely plumpness in another was obesi
24、ty 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 into a lump of dough as they moved from one face to another while the visitors stated their errand.She d
25、id 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.Her voice was dry and cold. “I have no taxes in Jefferson. Colonel Sartoris explained it to me. Perhaps
26、one of you can gain access to the city records and satisfy yourselves.“But we have. We are the city authorities, Miss Emily. Didnt you get a notice from the sheriff, signed by him?“I received a paper, yes,“ Miss Emily said. “Perhaps he considers himself the sheriff I have no taxes in Jefferson.“But
27、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 dead almost ten years.)“I have no taxes in Jefferson. Tobe!“ The Negro appeared. “Show these gentlemen out.“VThe
28、 Negro met the first of the ladies at the front door and let them in, with their hushed, sibilant voices and their quick, curious glances, and then he disappeared. He walked right through the house and out the back and was not seen again. The two female cousins came at once. They h eld the funeral o
29、n the second day, with the town coming to look at Miss Emily beneath a mass of bought flowers, with the crayon face of her father musing profoundly above the bier and the ladies sibilant and macabre; and the very old mensome in their brushed Confederate uniformson the porch and the lawn, talking of
30、Miss Emily as if she had been a contemporary of theirs, believing that they had danced with her and courted her perhaps, confusing time with its mathematical progression, as the old do, to whom all the past is not a diminishing road, but, instead, a huge meadow which no winter ever quite touches, di
31、vided from them now by the narrow bottleneck of the most recent decade of years.Already we knew that there was one room in that region above stairs which no one had seen in forty years, and which would have to be forced. They waited until Miss Emily was decently in the ground before they opened it.T
32、he violence of breaking down the door seemed to fill this room with pervading dust. A thin, acrid pall as of the tomb seemed to lie everywhere upon this room decked and furnished as for a bridal: upon the valance curtains of faded rose color, upon the rose-shaded lights, upon the dressing table, upo
33、n the delicate array of crystal and the mans toilet things backed with tarnished silver, silver so tarnished that the monogram was obscured. Among them lay a collar and tie, as if they had just been removed, which, lifted, left upon the surface a pale crescent in the dust. Upon a chair hung the suit
34、, carefully folded; beneath it the two mute shoes and the discarded socks.The man himself lay in the bed.For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless grin. The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of an embrace, but now the long sleep, that outlasts love,
35、 that conquers even the grimace of love, had cuckolded him. What was left of him, rotted beneath what was left of the nightshirt, had become inextricable from the bed in which he lay; and upon him and upon the pillow beside him lay that even coating of the patient and biding dust.Then we noticed tha
36、t in the second pillow was the indentation of a head. One of us lifted something from it, and leaning forward, that faint and invisible dust dry and acrid in the nostrils, we saw a long strand of iron-gray hair.14 As the most distinguished American Southern writer, William Faulkner created a fiction
37、al system. Give a brief introduction to it.(10 points)15 For William Faulkner and his fictional system, there was a counterpart in British literary history. Who was the writer and what was his system?(10 points)16 Give a brief summary and symbolic reading of the story.(20 points)二、作文17 Write an essa
38、y no less than 200 words on the following topics.(40 points, 20 for each) Define Puritanism and comment its status in American history and culture.(20 points)18 The book from which “all modern American literature comes“.英语专业（英美文学）模拟试卷 14 答案与解析一、问答题1 【正确答案】 William Shakespeare, Sonnet 292 【正确答案】 Ralp
39、h Waldo Emerson, Nature3 【正确答案】 Nathaniel Hawthorne, Young Goodman Brown4 【正确答案】 Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner5 【正确答案】 Emily Bronte, Wuthering Hights6 【正确答案】 Emily Dickinson, Much Madness is divinest Sense7 【正确答案】 George Eliot, Adam Bede8 【正确答案】 Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dallow
40、ay9 【正确答案】 T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock10 【正确答案】 Ernest Hemingway, A Clean, Well-Lighted Place11 【正确答案】 Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.12 【正确答案】 There are not many descriptive words used to convey what it is that the poet finds so beautiful, only “lovely“, “da
41、rk“ and “deep“. The word “lovely“ simply sets the tone of the poem, though it is a little sad and sentimental at the last stanza. Whats more, the darkness of the woods is an idea so important that it is mentioned twice in the poem, highlighting a connection between beauty and mystery.The poem presen
42、ts nature as a standard of beauty that is so strong that it captures the poets attention and makes him halt whatever they are doing. The poem also examines just how difficult it has become in the modern world for man to stay in touch with nature.The poem is composed of contrasting images of natural
43、and man-made: the woods and the villages, the farmhouse and the lake, the horse and harness-bell. The poet is enchanted with the things of nature, but it constantly reminded of human things and decides with regret that this return to nature cant last.13 【正确答案】 Robert Frost is highly regarded for his
44、 realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His works frequently employed themes form the early 1900s rural life in New England, using the setting to examine complex social and philosophical themes. Living and creating in the literary experimental period, Frost
45、 was one exception. He used conventional forms, plain language, traditional meter, and wrote in a pastured tradition as showed in his poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Unlike the English romantic poets in of the 19th century, he didnt believe that man could find harmony with nature. He beli
46、eved that serenity came from work, usually amid natural forces, which couldnt be understood. He regarded work as “significant toil“. Most of his poems took New England as setting, and the subjects were chosen from daily life of ordinary peoplethe loneliness and poverty of isolated farmers, beauty, t
47、error and tragedy in nature. As a philosophical and natural poet, most of his works “begin with delight, end with wisdom“.14 【正确答案】 William Faulkner is mainly remembered as his Yoknapatawpha County series, and A Rose for Emily belongs to this fictional system. Yoknapatawpha County is an imagined pla
48、ce based in Faulkners own hometown, a place that he took for the setting of 15 of his 19 novels and many short stories. This small region in the American South becomes in Faulkners fiction an allegory or a parable of the Old South. In William Faulkners writings, the place Yoknapatawpha County is fre
49、quently set as the background for the stories. This place is actually an imaginary place based on Faulkners childhood memory about the place where he grew up, town of Oxford in his native Lafayette County in the American South. It is his literary representation of the Old South, and his theme of the deterioration, loss and moral decay of the Old South is revealed in Yoknapatawpha County series. With his rich imagination, Faulkner turned the land, the people and the history of the region into a literary creation and a mythical kingdom. Th
