His lines rise and fall in gentle waves of sound.

One line rises on toe while the other goes down.

After the delta, a line of hills rose from the river valley.

A warning line of blue fire rose from the stone floor on all four sides.

A new line of hills rose above the southern horizon.

I set the hook hard, then watched as my line rose toward the surface.

We seemed to be near land - a long dark line of hills rose on the horizon.

The thin blue line of words rose straight up from his lips through the air.

But the lines on the graphs were not rising each night.

To the west rose the lines of a sloping beach.