1、英语专业（英美文学）模拟试卷 17 及答案与解析一、问答题1 In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called “places.“ These “places“ make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility i
2、n this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account!2 We may with more successful hope resolve To wage by force or guile eternal Warr, Irrcconcileable to our grand
3、Foe,Who now triumphs, and in th excess of joy Sole reigning holds the Tyranny of Hearn?3 Being commanded by her elder sister to get “the Dictionary“ from the cupboard, Miss Jemima had extracted two copies of the book from the receptacle in question. When Miss Pinkerton had finished the inscription i
4、n the first, Jemima, with rather a dubious and timid air, handed her the second.4 Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.From what Ive tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire, But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also
5、 great And would suffice.5 Having now fixed my habitation, I found it absolutely necessary to provide a place to make a fire in, and fuel to burn; and what I did for that, as also how I enlarged my cave, and what conveniences I made, I shall give a full account of in its place. 12 But I must first g
6、ive some little account of myself, and of my thoughts about living, which it may well be supposed were not a few.6 The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,The swallow twittring from the straw-built shed, The cocks shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.7
7、 Farewell to the mountains high coverd with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods; Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.8 None of them knew the color of the sky. Their eyes glanced level, and were fastened upon the waves that
8、 swept toward them. These waves were of the hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white, and all of the men knew the colors of the sea.9 Now, as I said, the way to the Celestial City lies just through this town where this lusty fair is kept; and he that will go to the city, and yet
9、not go through this town, must needs go out of the world10 It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: That I am nobody but myself. But first I had to discover that I am an invisible man!10 Read the po
10、em and answer the questions below.(40 points)Ode on a Grecian Urn John Keats Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeard, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not lea
11、ve Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goalyet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious
12、priest, Leadst thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be; and not a soul, to
13、tell Why thou art desolate, can eer return.O Attic shape!fair attitude!with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form!dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt rem
14、ain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou sayst, “Beauty is truth, truth beauty,“that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.11 The highest poetic achievement of John Keats is in the form of Ode; please list two other odes written by him.(5 points)12 As a poetry g
15、enius and apostle of beauty, Keats follows “negative capacity“ in his creation, please explain this term.(10 points)13 Analyze Keats poetic features and this excerpt.(25 points)13 Read the short story or an excerpt from a novel and answer the questions.(40 points)Jane EyreCharlotte Bronte Chapter VF
16、IVE oclock had hardly struck on the morning of the 19th of January, when Bessie brought a candle into my closet and found me already up and nearly dressed. I had risen half an hour before her entrance, and had washed my face, and put on my clothes by the light of a half-moon just setting, whose rays
17、 streamed through the narrow window near my crib. I was to leave Gateshead that day by a coach which passed the lodge gates at six a.m. Bessie was the only person yet risen; she had lit a fire in the nursery, where she now proceeded to make my breakfast. Few children can eat when excited with the th
18、oughts of a journey; nor could I. Bessie, having pressed me in vain to take a few spoonfuls of the boiled milk and bread she had prepared for me, wrapped up some biscuits in a paper and put them into my bag; then she helped me on with my pelisse and bonnet, and wrapping herself in a shawl, she and I
19、 left the nursery. As we passed Mrs. Reeds bedroom, she said, “Will you go in and bid Missis good-bye?“No, Bessie: she came to my crib last night when you were gone down to supper, and said I need not disturb her in the morning, or my cousins either; and she told me to remember that she had always b
20、een my best friend, and to speak of her and be grateful to her accordingly.“What did you say, Miss?“Nothing: I covered my face with the bedclothes, and turned from her to the wall.“That was wrong, Miss Jane.“It was quite right, Bessie. Your Missis has not been my friend: she has been my foe.“O Miss
21、Jane! dont say so!“Good-bye to Gateshead!“ cried I, as we passed through the hall and went out at the front door.The moon was set, and it was very dark; Bessie carried a lantern, whose light glanced on wet steps and gravel road sodden by a recent thaw. Raw and chill was the winter morning: my teeth
22、chattered as I hastened down the drive. There was a light in the porters lodge: when we reached it, we found the porters wife just kindling her fire: my trunk, which had been carried down the evening before, stood corded at the door. It wanted but a few minutes of six, and shortly after that hour ha
23、d struck, the distant roll of wheels announced the coming coach; I went to the door and watched its lamps approach rapidly through the gloom.“Is she going by herself?“ asked the porters wife.“Yes.“And how far is it?“Fifty miles.“What a long way! I wonder Mrs. Reed is not afraid to trust her so far a
24、lone.“The coach drew up; there it was at the gates with its four horses and its top laden with passengers: the guard and coachman loudly urged haste; my trunk was hoisted up; I was taken from Bessies neck, to which I clung with kisses.“Be sure and take good care of her,“ cried she to the guard, as h
25、e lifted me into the inside.“Ay, ay!“ was the answer: the door was slapped to, a voice exclaimed “All right,“ and on we drove. Thus was I severed from Bessie and Gateshead; thus whirled away to unknown, and, as I then deemed, remote and mysterious regions.I remember but little of the journey; I only
26、 know that the day seemed to me of a preternatural length, and that we appeared to travel over hundreds of miles of road. We passed through several towns, and in one, a very large one, the coach stopped; the horses were taken out, and the passengers alighted to dine. I was carried into ah inn, where
27、 the guard wanted me to have some dinner; but, as I had no appetite, he left me in an immense room with a fireplace at each end, a chandelier pendent from the ceiling, and a little red gallery high up against the wall filled with musical instruments. Here I walked about for a long time, feeling very
28、 strange, and mortally apprehensive of some one coming in and kidnapping me; for I believed in kidnappers, their exploits having frequently figured in Bessies fireside chronicles. At last the guard returned; once more I was stowed away in the coach, my protector mounted his own seat, sounded his hol
29、low horn, and away we rattled over the “stony street“ of L.The afternoon came on wet and somewhat misty: as it waned into dusk, I began to feel that we were getting very far indeed from Gateshead: we ceased to pass through towns; the country changed; great grey hills heaved up round the horizon: as
30、twilight deepened, we descended a valley, dark with wood, and long after night had overclouded the prospect, I heard a wild wind rushing amongst trees.Lulled by the sound, I at last dropped asleep; I had not long slumbered when the sudden cessation of motion awoke me; the coach-door was open, and a
31、person like a servant was standing at it: I saw her face and dress by the light of the lamps.“Is there a little girl called Jane Eyre here? she asked. I answered “Yes“, and was then lifted out; my trunk was handed down, and the coach instantly drove away.I was stiff with long sitting, and bewildered
32、 with the noise and motion of the coach: gathering my faculties, I looked about me. Rain, wind, and darkness filled the air; nevertheless, I dimly discerned a wall before me and a door open in it; through this door I passed with my new guide: she shut and locked it behind her. There was now visible
33、a house or houses- for the building spread far- with many windows, and lights burning in some; we went up a broad pebbly path, splashing wet, and were admitted at a door; then the servant led me through a passage into a room with a fire, where she left me alone.I stood and warmed my numbed fingers o
34、ver the blaze, then I looked round; there was no candle, but the uncertain light from the hearth showed, by intervals, papered walls, carpet, curtains, shining mahogany furniture: it was a parlour, not so spacious or splendid as the drawing-room at Gateshead, but comfortable enough. I was puzzling t
35、o make out the subject of a picture on the wall, when the door opened, and an individual carrying a light entered; another followed close behind.The first was a tall lady with dark hair, dark eyes, and a pale and large forehead; her figure was partly enveloped in a shawl, her countenance was grave,
36、her bearing erect.“The child is very young to be sent alone,“ said she, putting her candle down on the table. She considered me attentively for a minute or two, then further added-“She had better be put to bed soon; she looks tired: are you tired?“ she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.“A littl
37、e, maam.“And hungry too, no doubt: let her have some supper before she goes to bed, Miss Miller. Is this the first time you have left your parents to come to school, my little girl?“I explained to her that I had no parents. She inquired how long they had been dead: then how old I was, what was my na
38、me, whether I could read, write, and sew a little: then she touched my cheek gently with her forefinger, and saying, “She hoped I should be a good child,“ dismissed me along with Miss Miller.The lady I had left might be about twenty-nine; the one who went with me appeared some years younger: the fir
39、st impressed me by her voice, look, and air. Miss Miller was more ordinary; ruddy in complexion, though of a careworn countenance; hurried in gait and action, like one who had always a multiplicity of tasks on hand: she looked, indeed, what I afterwards found she really was, an under-teacher. Led by
40、 her, I passed from compartment to compartment, from passage to passage, of a large and irregular building; till, emerging from the total and somewhat dreary silence pervading that portion of the house we had traversed, we came upon the hum of many voices, and presently entered a wide, long room, wi
41、th great deal tables, two at each end, on, each of which burnt a pair of candles, and seated all round on benches, a congregation of girls of every age, from nine or ten to twenty. Seen by the dim light of the dips, their number to me appeared countless, though not in reality exceeding eighty; they
42、were uniformly dressed in brown stuff frocks of quaint fashion, and long Holland pinafores. It was the hour of study; they were engaged in conning over their to-morrows task, and the hum I had heard was the combined result of their whispered repetitions.Miss Miller signed to me to sit on a bench nea
43、r the door, then walking up to the top of the long room she cried out“Monitors, collect the lesson-books and put them away!“Four tall girls arose from different tables, and going round, gathered the books and removed them. Miss Miller again gave the word of command-“Monitors, fetch the supper-trays!
44、“The tall girls went out and returned presently, each bearing a tray, with portions of something, I knew not what, arranged thereon, and a pitcher of water and mug in the middle of each tray. The portions were handed round; those who liked took a draught of the water, the mug being common to all. Wh
45、en it came to my turn, I drank, for I was thirsty, but did not touch the food, excitement and fatigue rendering me incapable of eating; I now saw, however, that it was a thin oaten cake shared into fragments.The meal over, prayers were read by Miss Miller, and the classes filed off, two and two, ups
46、tairs. Overpowered by this time with weariness, I scarcely noticed what sort of a place the bedroom was, except that, like the schoolroom, I saw it was very long. To-night I was to be Miss Millers bed-fellow; she helped me to undress: when laid down I glanced at the long rows of beds, each of which
47、was quickly filled with two occupants; in ten minutes the single light was extinguished, and amidst silence and complete darkness I fell asleep.The night passed rapidly: I was too tired even to dream; I only once awoke to hear the wind rave in furious gusts, and the rain fall in torrents, and to be
48、sensible that Miss Miller had taken her place by my side. When I again unclosed my eyes, a loud bell was ringing; the girls were up and dressing; day had not yet begun to dawn, and a rushlight or two burned in the room. I too rose reluctantly; it was bitter cold, and I dressed as well as I could for
49、 shivering, and washed when there was a basin at liberty, which did not occur soon, as there was but one basin to six girls, on the stands down the middle of the room. Again the bell rang; all formed in file, two and two, and in that order descended the stairs and entered the cold and dimly lit schoolroom: here prayers were read by Miss Miller; afterwards she called out“Form classes!“A great tumult succeeded for some minutes, during which Miss Miller repeatedly exclaimed, “Silence!“ and “Order!“ When it subsided, I saw them all drawn up in four semicircl
