You wonder where these monstrous things came from, and it takes some little time to satisfy yourself that the airy and graceful fabric that towers above your head is made up of their mates.

It seems too preposterous.
The Temple of Jupiter is a smaller ruin than the one I have been speaking of, and yet is immense.

It is in a tolerable state of preservation.

One row of nine columns stands almost uninjured.

They are sixty-five feet high and support a sort of porch or roof, which connects them with the roof of the building.