In a great land to the west our cities rose.

In time the city rose again, but never to its former glory.

The new city thus rose at once to be a place of considerable importance.

Rather than taking on water, the city rises to the ocean surface.

And with that, the city will rise from the ashes - again.

But memory never died, and high priests said that the city would rise again when the stars were right.

The city rose on low hills, like steps climbing to a center.

A city rose into view, yellow and grey as the rest of the planet.

The city had risen against the republican government and was occupied by British troops.

The city rose on the strength and vitality of its immigrants.