上海大学 2011 英美文学回忆版 文档.doc

2011 英语语言文学选择（30题30分）1不是Bloomsbury group 成员的是2 Mr Bennet and Mrs Brown 是谁写的，其中提出什么（Virginia Woolf, steam of conciousness）3 Death of a Salesman(都是选出的答案)4 Nientneen Eighty-Four5 local colorism and regionism belongs to the early stage of - (realism)6 Vanity Fair 题目出自谁的作品7不是玄学派诗人的是（John Donne）8 Childe Harold 诗体是（Spenserian stanzas）9下列作家中获得Nobel Prize 和Booker Prize 的是谁（不会）a10 不属于美国Origin stories 的是哪个（白色书上第六页标题）11 Because I could not stop for Death是谁写的（迪金森）12South Renaissance 的代表作家(Faulkerner)13 不是Saul Bellow 的代表作品的是(The Assistant)14The Sun Also Rises 表现了那类人（the lost generation）15其他题目实在记不得了名词解释（6题30分）1Epistoloary novels in English liturature2 LeatherstockingTales3 James Joyce4 Unity of effect5 Metaphysical poets6 muckracking黑幕揭发选段（10段30分）1 When Caroline Meeber boarded the afternoon train for Chicago, her total outfit consisted of a small trunk, a cheap imitation alligator-skin satchel, a small lunch in a paper box, and a yellow leather snap purse, containing her ticket, a scrap of paper with her sisters address in Van Buren Street, and four dollars in money. It was in August, 1889. She was eighteen years of age, bright, timid, and full of the illusions of ignorance and youth. Whatever touch of regret at parting characterised her thoughts, it was certainly not for advantages now being given up. A gush of tears at her mothers farewell kiss, a touch in her throat when the cars clacked by the flour mill where her father worked by the day, a pathetic sigh as the familiar green environs of the village passed in review, and the threads which bound her so lightly to girlhood and home were irretrievably broken. This passage is from- written by-2 What art thou that usurpst this time of night Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march? By heaven I charge thee speak!This passage is from-written by- (Hamlet,William Shakespear)3Sleepy Hollow4 The catcher of the rye5I lingered before her stall, though I knew my stay was useless, to make my interest in her wares seem the more real. Then I turned away slowly and walked down the middle of the bazaar. I allowed the two pennies to fall against the sixpence in my pocket. I heard a voice call from one end of the gallery that the light was out. The upper part of the hall was now completely dark. Araba（James Joyce）6 Pride and prejudice7I placed a jar in Tennessee,And round it was, upon a hill.It made the slovenly wildernessSurround that hillThe passage is from-written by-(ANECDOTE OF THE JARby Wallace Stevens)8None of them knew the color of the sky. Their eyes glanced level，and were fastened upon the waves that swept toward them. These waves wereof the hue of slate ， save of the tops ， which were of foaming white，and all of the men knew the colors of the sea. The horizon narrowed andwidened ， and dipped and rose， and at all times its edge was jaggedwith waves that seemed thrust up in points like rocks. Many a man oughtto have a bath-tub larger than the boat which here rode upon the sea.These waves were most wrongfully and barbarously abrupt and tall， andeach froth-top was a problem in small boat navigation. The cook squattedin the bottom and looked with both eyes at the six inches of gunwale whichseparated him from the ocean. His sleeves were rolled over his fat forearms，This passage is from-written by-(The Open Boat Stephen Crane)9 sons and lovers10 忘记了简答题（4段60分）1阅读下列选段（Oliver Twist）,分析狄更斯的representation of boys in the orphan house(150字以内)The bowls never wanted washing. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again; and when they had performed this operation (which never took very long, the spoons being nearly as large as the bowls), they would sit staring at the copper, with such eager eyes, as if they could have devoured the very bricks of which it was composed; employing themselves, meanwhile, in sucking their fingers most assiduously, with the view of catching up any stray splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. Boys have generally excellent appetites. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation for three months: at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger, that one boy, who was tall for his age, and hadnt been used to that sort of thing (for his father had kept a small cook-shop), hinted darkly to his companions, that unless he had another basin of gruel per diem, he was afraid he might some night happen to eat the boy who slept next him, who happened to be a weakly youth of tender age. He had a wild, hungry eye; and they implicitly believed him. A council was held; lots were cast who should walk up to the master after supper that evening, and ask for more; and it fell to Oliver Twist. The evening arrived; the boys took their places. The master, in his cooks uniform, stationed himself at the copper; his pauper assistants ranged themselves behind him; the gruel was served out; and a long grace was said over the short commons. The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbors nudged him. Child as he was, he was desperate with hunger, and reckless with misery. He rose from the table; and advancing to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said: somewhat alarmed at his own temerity: Please, sir, I want some more. The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys with fear. What! said the master at length, in a faint voice. Please, sir, replied Oliver, I want some more. The master aimed a blow at Olivers head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle. The board were sitting in solemn conclave, when Mr. Bumble rushed into the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said, Mr. Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir! Oliver Twist has asked for more! There was a general start. Horror was depicted on every countenance. For more! said Mr. Limbkins. Compose yourself, Bumble, and answer me distinctly. Do I understand that he asked for more, after he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary? He did, sir, replied Bumble. That boy will be hung, said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. I know that boy will be hung. Nobody controverted the prophetic gentlemans opinion. An animated discussion took place. Oliver was ordered into instant confinement; and a bill was next morning pasted on the outside of the gate, offering a reward of five pounds to anybody who would take Oliver Twist off the hands of the parish. In other words, five pounds and Oliver Twist were offered to any man or woman who wanted an apprentice to any trade, business, or calling. I never was more convinced of anything in my life, said the gentleman in the white waistcoat, as he knocked at the gate and read the bill next morning: I never was more convinced of anything in my life, than I am that that boy will come to be hung. As I purpose to show in the sequel whether the white waistcoated gentleman was right or not, I should perhaps mar the interest of this narrative (supposing it to possess any at all), if I ventured to hint just yet, whether the life of Oliver Twist had this violent termination or no. 2 雪莱的一首歌（怎么也没找到）中的effect of imagery分析（150字到200字）3 Self-reliance 分析（没写字数要求）4 伟大的盖茨比中，分析SCHEDULE的文化意义和与主题的关系（没写字数要求）When I left his office the sky had turned dark and I got back to West Egg in a drizzle. After changing my clothes I went next door and found Mr. Gatz walking up and down excitedly in the hall. His pride in his son and in his sons possessions was continually increasing and now he had something to show me.“Jimmy sent me this picture.” He took out his wallet with trembling fingers. “L*.”It was a photograph of the house, cracked in the corners and dirty with many hands. He pointed out every detail to me eagerly. “L*!” and then sought admiration from my eyes. He had shown it so often that I think it was more real to him now than the house itself.“Jimmy sent it to me. I think its a very pretty picture. It shows up well.”“Very well. Had you seen him lately?”“He come out to see me two years ago and bought me the house I live in now. Of course we was broke up when he run off from home, but I see now there was a reason for it. He knew he had a big future in front of him. And ever since he made a success he was very generous with me.” He seemed reluctant to put away the picture, held it for another minute, lingeringly, before my eyes. Then he returned the wallet and pulled from his pocket a ragged old copy of a book called HOPALONG CASSIDY.“L*, this is a book he had when he was a boy. It just shows you.”He opened it at the back cover and turned it around for me to see. On the last fly-leaf was printed the word SCHEDULE, and the date September 12, 1906. and underneath:Rise from bed . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6.00 A.M. Dumbbell exercise and wall-scaling . . . . . . 6.15-6.30 ” St