Two carriage lamps mounted on the door pillars lit up.

He turned off the carriage lamps with a switch inside the doors and then killed the hallway light.

He switched on the great carriage lamps, one at each corner of the house, and went out to greet his guests.

The carriage lamps on either side of the door threw more light than he cared for.

I'll put the front door key inside the carriage lamp.

Two big wrought-iron carriage lamps, one on each side of the front door.

One of the carriage lamps bathed it in a warm yellow glow.

It was still gray, but the carriage lamps were no longer lit.

He looked across the street at the Library, where people came and went beneath the soft glow of the carriage lamps.

The carriage lamps were not the only things I considered dangerous in the house.