1 In the struggle, the groom rose.
2 Mrs. Harling rose from her chair.
3 The curtain rose on the bedroom scene.
4 Without a word he rose and went down to the barn and hooked up his team.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 5 My horse's breath rose like steam, and whenever we stopped he smoked all over.
6 At length, as they breasted a long hill, Peter rose cautiously and looked back.
7 Mr. Shimerda rose, crossed himself, and quietly knelt down before the tree, his head sunk forward.
8 His shirt was hanging open, and his emaciated chest, covered with yellow bristle, rose and fell horribly.
9 The pink bee-bush stood tall along the sandy roadsides, and the cone-flowers and rose mallow grew everywhere.
10 On Sunday morning I rose early and got out of Black Hawk while the dew was still heavy on the long meadow grasses.
11 'The girl will be happy here, and she'll forget those things,' said Mrs. Harling confidently, as we rose to take our leave.
12 Sometimes he was completely hidden by the clouds of snow that rose about him; then he and the horses would emerge black and shining.
13 While it hung there, the moon rose in the east, as big as a cart-wheel, pale silver and streaked with rose colour, thin as a bubble or a ghost-moon.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContextHighlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: IV 14 After he had amused himself thus for some time, he rose on one elbow and began to look at me, cautiously, then critically, blinking his eyes in the light.
15 As we rose to go, she opened her wooden chest and brought out a bag made of bed-ticking, about as long as a flour sack and half as wide, stuffed full of something.
16 He had wilfully stayed the short summer night there, wrapped in his coat and rug, watching the constellations on their path down the sky until 'the bride of old Tithonus' rose out of the sea, and the mountains stood sharp in the dawn.'
17 His girls never looked so pretty at the dances as they did standing by the ironing-board, or over the tubs, washing the fine pieces, their white arms and throats bare, their cheeks bright as the brightest wild roses, their gold hair moist with the steam or the heat and curling in little damp spirals about their ears.
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