The son of a carpenter, Whewell rose to the top.

From the blood that flows in me, I say from the same tree, a son shall rise.

My son had risen from his desk trembling, unable to figure out an answer.

The three sons rose, saw him out, then returned to sit stiffly down again.

Slowly her son rose from his knees to stand before her.

This was the route by which his son rose into the higher nobility.

If you will not, my son and I must rise.

Never in America's history has a senator's son risen to be a President.

How the son of immigrants rose to top jobs at Ford and Chrysler.

His two sons rose and quietly headed for the television set.