... “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!