The number of these columns is very great.
My house is not resplendent with ivory and gold; nor is it adorned with marble arches, resting on graceful columns brought from the quarries of distant Africa.
It was a warm late afternoon as I stood out on the sidewalk and looked up at the six massive columns towering above another busy and impressive train station.
Water shot from the bottom of the canyon, forming hundreds of tall columns whose mist cast rainbows in the bright moonlight.
Her gaze went to the columns with newfound interest.