Chapter 107

... “When your angers, _Like_ so many brother billows, rose together, And, curling up _your_ foaming crests, defied,” &c.

This worse than superfluous “like” is very like an interpolation of some matter of fact critic—all _pus, prose atque venenum_. The “your” in the next line, instead of “their,” is likewise yours, Mr. Critic!