On the first day of this labor parliament, up rose a stolid Pole.
And up rose the dauntless Matilda, who feared neither man nor ghost.
Up rose the sun while the iron fighting men were yet going by.
Up rose buzzards, scolding in angry discord at my interruption.
Up rose the rowers, and their war-gear rattled as they rose.
Up rose the audience as one man, as with one ...