Strophe

 1   1|        the coal-box in his own room; and so surely as the clerk
 2   1|  Scrooge. ~His nephew left the room without an angry word, notwithstanding.
 3   1|      house like thunder. Every room above, and every cask in
 4   1|  plenty of width for that, and room to spare; which is perhaps
 5   1| Scrooge; and walked across the room. ~After several turns, he
 6   1| disused bell, that hung in the room, and communicated for some
 7   1|      door, and passed into the room before his eyes. Upon its
 8   2|        Light flashed up in the room upon the instant, and the
 9   2|       a long, bare, melancholy room, made barer still by lines
10   2|   larger at the words, and the room became a little darker and
11   2|         and let's have lots of room here! Hilli-ho, Dick! Chirrup,
12   2|     another scene and place; a room, not very large or handsome,
13   2|    daughter. The noise in this room was perfectly tumultuous,
14   3|      might be in the adjoining room, from whence, on further
15   3|        obeyed. ~It was his own room. There was no doubt about
16   3| vanished instantly. So did the room, the fire, the ruddy glow,
17   3| Belinda, Mrs Cratchit left the room alone -- too nervous to
18   3|        a bright, dry, gleaming room, with the Spirit standing
19   4|        in awful language. ~The room was very dark, too dark
20   4|   anxious to know what kind of room it was. A pale light, rising
21   4|        What they wanted in the room of death, and why they were
22   4|     withdrawing it, revealed a room by daylight, where a mother
23   4|     she walked up and down the room; started at every sound;
24   4|        they were. ~He left the room, and went up-stairs into
25   4|        went up-stairs into the room above, which was lighted
26   5|       The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest