1、英语专业（英美文学）模拟试卷 15 及答案与解析一、问答题1 To spend too much time in studies, is sloth; to use them too much for ornament, is affectation; to make judgment only by their rules, is the humour of a scholar.2 Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:For those whom
2、thou thinkst thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.3 When the doctor came they said she had died of heart diseaseof joy that kills.4 The superintendent of Lowood(for such was this lady)having taken her seat before a pair of globes placed on one of the tables, summoned t
3、he first class round her, and commenced giving a lesson on geography; the lower classes were called by the eachers: repetitions in history, grammar, etc., went on for an hour; writing and arithmetic succeeded, and music lessons were given by Miss Temple to some of the elder girls. The duration of ea
4、ch lesson was measured by the clock, which at last struck twelve.5 That is no country for old men. The young In one anothers arms, birds in the trees, Those dying generationsat their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten
5、, born, and dies.6 As I waited for my hat in the hall the door of the library opened and Jordan Baker and Gatsby came out together. He was saying some last word to her, but the eagerness in his manner tightened abruptly into formality as several people approached him to say good-bye.7 Mrs. Morel kne
6、w him too well to look at him. As she unfastened her brooch at the mirror, she smiled faintly to see her face all smeared with the yellow dust of lilies. She brushed it off, and at last lay down. For some time her mind continued snapping and jetting sparks, but she was asleep before her husband awok
7、e from the first sleep of his drunkenness.8 Ralph jerked away from him and walked a few paces along the beach. Jack was kneeling and drawing a circular pattern in the sand with his forefinger. Piggys voice came to them, hushed.9 Doctor Reefy was a tall man who had worn one suit of clothes for ten ye
8、ars. It was frayed at the sleeves and little holes had appeared at the knees and elbows. In the office he wore also a linen duster with huge pockets into which he continually stuffed scraps of paper.10 The Scian and Teian muse,The Heros harp, the Lovers lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse:
9、Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your Sires Islands of the Blest.10 Read the poem and answer the questions below.(40 points)Success is counted sweetest By those who neer succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.Not one of all the purple Host 2 Who
10、 took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of VictoryAs he defeateddying3 On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear!11 Identify the poet and the title of poem.(5 points)12 Analyze the theme of this poem and name at least three other her poems you have
11、ever read.(15 points)13 Comment the poetic features of the poet as a whole with textual reference if necessary.(20 points)13 Read the short story or an excerpt from a novel and answer the questions.(40 points)My Oedipus ComplexFrank OConnorFather was in the army all through the war the first war, I
12、mean so, up to the age of five, I never saw much of him, and what I saw did not worry me. Sometimes I woke and there was a big figure in khaki peering down at me in the candlelight. Sometimes in the early morning I heard the slamming of the front door and the clatter of nailed boots down the cobbles
13、 of the lane. These were Fathers entrances and exits. Like Santa Claus he came and went mysteriously.In fact, I rather liked his visits, though it was an uncomfortable squeeze between Mother and him when I got into the big bed in the early morning. He smoked, which gave him a pleasant musty smell, a
14、nd shaved, an operation of astounding interest. Each time he left a trail of souvenirs - model tanks and Gurkha knives with handles made of bullet cases, and German helmets and cap badges and button sticks, and all sorts of military equipment carefully stowed away in a long box on top of the wardrob
15、e, in case they ever came in handy. There was a bit of the magpie about Father; he expected everything to come in handy. When his back was turned, Mother let me get a chair and rummage through his treasures. She didnt seem to think so highly of them as he did.The war was the most peaceful period of
16、my life. The window of my attic faced southeast. My mother had curtained it, but that had small effect. I always woke with the first light and, with all the responsibilities of the previous day melted, feeling myself rather like the sun, ready to illumine and rejoice. Life never seemed so simple and
17、 clear and full of possibilities as then. I put my feet out from under the clothes I called them Mrs. Left and Mrs. Right and invented dramatic situations for them in which they discussed the problems of the day. At least Mrs. Right did; she was very demonstrative, but I hadnt the same control of Mr
18、s. Left, so she mostly contented herself with nodding agreement.They discussed what Mother and I should do during the day, what Santa Claus should give a fellow for Christmas, and what steps should be taken to brighten the home. There was that little matter of the baby, for instance. Mother and I co
19、uld never agree about that. Ours was the only house in the terrace without a new baby, and Mother said we couldnt afford one till Father came back from the war because they cost seventeen and six.That showed how simple she was. The Geneys up the road had a baby, and everyone knew they couldnt afford
20、 seventeen and six. It was probably a cheap baby, and Mother wanted something really good, but I felt she was too exclusive. The Geneys baby would have done us fine.Having settled my plans for the day, I got up, put a chair under the attic window, and lifted the frame high enough to stick out my hea
21、d. The window overlooked the front gardens of the terrace behind ours, and beyond these it looked over a deep valley to the tall, red brick houses terraced up the opposite hillside, which were all still in shadow, while those at our side of the valley were all lit up, though with long strange shadow
22、s that made them seem unfamiliar; rigid and painted.After that I went into Mothers room and climbed into the big bed. She woke and I began to tell her of my schemes. By this time, though I never seemed to have noticed it, I was petrified in my nightshirt, and I thawed as I talked until, the last fro
23、st melted, I fell asleep beside her and woke again only when I heard her below in the kitchen, making the breakfast.After breakfast we went into town; heard Mass at St. Augustines and said a prayer for Father, and did the shopping. If the afternoon was fine we either went for a walk in the country o
24、r a visit to Mothers great friend in the convent, Mother Saint Dominic. Mother had them all praying for Father, and every night, going to bed, I asked God to send him back safe from the war to us. Little, indeed, did I know what I was praying for!One morning, I got into the big bed, and there, sure
25、enough, was Father in his usual Santa Claus manner, but later, instead of uniform, he put on his best blue suit, and Mother was as pleased as anything. I saw nothing to be pleased about, because, out of uniform, Father was altogether less interesting, but she only beamed, and explained that our pray
26、ers had been answered, and off we went to Mass to thank God for having brought Father safely home.The irony of it! That very day when he came in to dinner he took off his boots and put on his slippers, donned the dirty old cap he wore about the house to save him from colds, crossed his legs, and beg
27、an to talk gravely to Mother, who looked anxious. Naturally, I disliked her looking anxious, because it destroyed her good looks, so I interrupted him.“Just a moment, Larry!“ she said gently. This was only what she said when we had boring visitors, so I attached no importance to it and went on talki
28、ng.“Do be quiet, Larry!“ she said impatiently. “Dont you hear me talking to Daddy?“This was the first time I had heard those ominous words, “talking to Daddy,“ and I couldnt help feeling that if this was how God answered prayers, he couldnt listen to them very attentively.“Why are you talking to Dad
29、dy?“ I asked with as great a show of indifference as I could muster.“Because Daddy and I have business to discuss. Now, dont interrupt again!“In the afternoon, at Mothers request, Father took me for a walk. This time we went into town instead of out in the country, and I thought at first, in my usua
30、l optimistic way, that it might be an improvement. It was nothing of the sort. Father and I had quite different notions of a walk in town. He had no proper interest in trams, ships, and horses, and the only thing that seemed to divert him was talking to fellows as old as himself. When I wanted to st
31、op he simply went on, dragging me behind him by the hand; when he wanted to stop I had no alternative but to do the same. I noticed that it seemed to be a sign that he wanted to stop for a long time whenever he leaned against a wall. The second time I saw him do it I got wild. He seemed to be settli
32、ng himself forever. I pulled him by the coat and trousers, but, unlike Mother who, if you were too persistent, got into a wax and said: “Larry, if you dont behave yourself, Ill give you a good slap,“Father had an extraordinary capacity for amiable inattention. I sized him up and wondered would I cry
33、, but he seemed to be too remote to be annoyed even by that. Really, it was like going for a walk with a mountain! He either ignored the wrenching and pummeling entirely, or else glanced down with a grin of amusement from his peak. I had never met anyone so absorbed in himself as he seemed.At teatim
34、e, “talking to Daddy“ began again, complicated this time by the fact that he had an evening paper, and every few minutes he put it down and told Mother something new out of it. I felt this was foul play. Man for man, I was prepared to compete with him any time for Mothers attention, but when he had
35、it all made up for him by other people it left me no chance. Several times I tried to change the subject without success.“You must be quiet while Daddy is reading, Larry,“ Mother said impatiently.It was clear that she either genuinely liked talking to Father better than talking to me, or else that h
36、e had some terrible hold on her which made her afraid to admit the truth.“Mummy,“ I said that night when she was tucking me up, “do you think if I prayed hard God would send Daddy back to the war?“She seemed to think about that for a moment.“No, dear,“ she said with a smile. “I dont think He would.“
37、Why wouldnt He, Mummy?“Because there isnt a war any longer, dear.“But, Mummy, couldnt God make another war, if He liked?“He wouldnt like to, dear. Its not God who makes wars, but bad people.“Oh!“ I said. I was disappointed about that. I began to think that God wasnt quite what He was cracked up to b
38、e.Next morning I woke at my usual hour, feeling like a bottle of champagne. I put out my feet and invented a long conversation in which Mrs. Right talked of the trouble she had with her own father till she put him in the Home. I didnt quite know what the Home was but it sounded the right place for F
39、ather. Then I got my chair and stuck my head out of the attic window. Dawn was just breaking, with a guilty air that made me feel I had caught it in the act. My head bursting with stories and schemes, I stumbled in next door, and in the half-darkness scrambled into the big bed. There was no room at
40、Mothers side so I had to get between her and Father. For the time being I had forgotten about him, and for several minutes I sat bolt upright, racking my brains to know what I could do with him. He was taking up more than his fair share of the bed, and I couldnt get comfortable, so I gave him severa
41、l kicks that made him grunt and stretch. He made room all right, though. Mother waked and felt for me. I settled back comfortably in the warmth of the bed with my thumb in my mouth.“Mummy!“ I hummed, loudly and contentedly.“Sssh! dear,“ she whispered. “Dont wake Daddy!“This was a new development, wh
42、ich threatened to be even more serious than “talking to Daddy.“ Life without my early-morning conferences was unthinkable.“Why?“ I asked severely.“Because poor Daddy is tired.“ This seemed to me a quite inadequate reason, and I was sickened by the sentimentality of her “poor Daddy.“ I never liked th
43、at sort of gush; it always struck me as insincere.“Oh!“ I said lightly. Then in my most winning tone: “Do you know where I want to go with you today, Mummy?“No, dear,“ she sighed.“I want to go down the Glen and fish for thornybacks with my new net, and then I want to go out to the Fox and Hounds, an
44、d -“Dont-wake-Daddy!“ she hissed angrily, clapping her hand across my mouth.But it was too late. He was awake, or nearly so. He grunted and reached for the matches. Then he stared incredulously at his watch.“Like a cup of tea, dear?“ asked Mother in a meek, hushed voice I had never heard her use bef
45、ore. It sounded almost as though she were afraid.“Tea?“ he exclaimed indignantly. “Do you know what the time is?“And after that I want to go up the Rathcooney Road,“ I said loudly, afraid Id forget something in all those interruptions.“Go to sleep at once, Larry!“ she said sharply.I began to snivel.
46、 I couldnt concentrate, the way that pair went on, and smothering my early-morning schemes was like burying a family from the cradle. Father said nothing, but lit his pipe and sucked it, looking out into the shadows without minding Mother or me. I knew he was mad. Every time I made a remark Mother h
47、ushed me irritably. I was mortified. I felt it wasnt fair; there was even something sinister in it. Every time I had pointed out to her the waste of making two beds when we could both sleep in one, she had told me it was healthier like that, and now here was this man, this stranger, sleeping with he
48、r without the least regard for her health! He got up early and made tea, but though he brought Mother a cup he brought none for me.“Mummy,“ I shouted, “I want a cup of tea, too.“Yes, dear,“ she said patiently. “You can drink from Mummys saucer.“That settled it. Either Father or I would have to leave
49、 the house. I didnt want to drink from Mothers saucer; I wanted to be treated as an equal in my own home, so, just to spite her, I drank it all and left none for her. She took that quietly, too. But that night when she was putting me to bed she said gently:“Larry, I want you to promise me something.“What is it?“ I asked.“Not to come in and disturb poor Daddy in the morning. Promise?“Poor Daddy“ again! I was becoming suspicious of everything involving that quite impossible man.“Why?“ I asked.“Because poor Daddy is worried and
