Risen

Examples

• When I awoke, the wind had risen, and the sign of the house (the Ship) was creaking and banging about, with noises that startled me. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Mr. Casaubon, who had risen early complaining of palpitation, was in the library giving audience to his curate Mr. Tucker. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• I glanced at my companion, and finding that he had already risen and was ready to depart, thanked them for what they had told me, and took my leave. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Selden had risen, and was standing before her in an attitude of uncontrollable expectancy. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• He had risen from his chair and was standing between the parted blinds gazing down into the dull neutral-tinted London street. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• She had risen, and he stood facing her with his eyes on hers. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• He had risen to his feet, and his eyes glowed like embers. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
• That moon, lately risen, was gazing full and mild upon her. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Certainly, sir, said Baker, who had risen and tucked his newly gained property under his arm. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• My tears had risen, just as in childhood: I ordered them back to their source. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• But its equalitarian formul? carried it into a criticism of the very property it had risen to protect. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• They had risen to their feet, and were standing looking at that solemn altar, so noble in its hugeness amid the encircling green. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• I have reason to remember this, and think of it with awe; for before I looked upon those two again, a stormy sea had risen to their feet. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• He caught her hand, and she felt in his the vibration of feeling that had not yet risen to his lips. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• She turned quickly, pointed to the chair from which I had risen, and left the room. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• I have risen from my umble station since first you used to address me, it is true; but I am umble still. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Darkness, outstripping some visitors on mules, had risen thus to the rough convent walls, when those travellers were yet climbing the mountain. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• It was, to all the three, almost as if a dead woman had risen. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• She has just risen--better and calmer, now that the time has come, than she was yesterday. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• Mr. Edison's storage battery and the poured cement house have not yet reached the stage of great commercial enterprises, and therefore have not yet risen to the dignity of patent litigation. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• Parliament had risen. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• Never have I risen to such a height, and never have I been so hard pressed by an opponent. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• It is that you are getting proud, I am sure, and don't like living here since we have risen above our business. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• Lily had risen, and stood pale and quivering before her aunt. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• I had risen up in bed, I bent forward: first surprise, then bewilderment, came over me; and then my blood crept cold through my veins. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• These are but typical of hundreds of men who could be named who have risen from work at the key to become recognized leaders in differing spheres of activity. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
• The money price of labour in Great Britain has, indeed, risen during the course of the present century. Adam Smith. An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations.
• No, no, cried Holmes, shoving him back into the chair from which he had half risen. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• There are a perfect host of Clarksons and Wilberforces* risen up among us on that subject, most edifying to hear and behold. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• She had risen, and stood before him in a kind of clouded majesty, like some deposed princess moving tranquilly to exile. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.

Typist: Naomi