True corms, composed of united personae […] usually arise by gemmation, […] yet in sponges and corals occasionally by fusion of several originally distinct persons.

With ghastly faces ghastlier from the lamp, / That swung and flicker’d with its yellow flare, / And feebly stain’d their frighten’d features, damp / With chilly sweat and rigid with despair, / Or list’ning to the terrifying tramp / Of feet above the cabin where they were, / Or gazing, as they shrunk and huddled more / And more together on the shelving floor, / Upon the fierce irruption of the seas, / Which now had grown a formidable tide, / That climbingly increas’d by swift degrees, / The passengers were kneeling side by side, / Gentle and simple; but alarm did freeze / Their accents, and the pray’r unutter’d died / Within their lips, ’till fell the mast, and then / « Oh! God! » they cried, and straight were still again.

Lights glitter on wet planks, on the functional bodies of the day's catch, and floodlights beglamour the colored dresses and the pastel beach costumes of the crowds that stroll there.

On my left was a river, which came roaring down from a range of lofty mountains right before me to the south-east.