Strophe

 1   1|      Marley's funeral brings me back to the point I started from.
 2   1|      and handed the credentials back. ~"At this festive season
 3   1|        there was nothing on the back of the door, except the
 4   1|     again. As he threw his head back in the chair, his glance
 5   2|      all a dream, his mind flew back, like a strong spring released,
 6   2|         nor the curtains at his back, but those to which his
 7   2|     about its neck and down its back, was white as if with age;
 8   2|      the hall, to a door at the back of the house. It opened
 9   2|           and are never to come back here; but first, we're to
10   2|         eight, nine -- and came back before you could have got
11   2|      once; hands half round and back again the other way; down
12   2|          thread-the-needle, and back again to your place; Fezziwig <
13   2|      round the neck, pommel his back, and kick his legs in irrepressible
14   2|         it. ~"Leave me! Take me back. Haunt me no longer!'' ~
15   3|     this new spectre would draw back, he put them every one aside
16   3|    mistletoe, and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many
17   3|       counter, and came running back to fetch them, and committed
18   3|       heard upon the floor, and back came Tiny Tim before another
19   3|       Scrooge's horror, looking back, he saw the last of the
20   3|         dread. ~Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown
21   4|      from the grave to him, and back again. ~"No, Spirit! Oh
22   5| irection where to take it. Come back with the man, and I'll give
23   5|       give you a shilling. Come back with him in less than five
24   5|     waistcoat that he staggered back into the Tank again: "and
25   5|        as he clapped him on the back. "A merrier Christmas, Bob,