Strophe

 1   1|    Christmas Eve -- old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house.
 2   1|       the Genius of the Weather sat in mournful meditation on
 3   1|          and his night-cap; and sat down before the fire to
 4   1|         After several turns, he sat down again. As he threw
 5   1|      explanation. But the ghost sat down on the opposite side
 6   1|      case; for though the Ghost sat perfectly motionless, its
 7   1|          I may not tell. I have sat invisible beside you many
 8   2|        feeble fire; and Scrooge sat down upon a form, and wept
 9   2|           He was not alone, but sat by the side of a fair young
10   2|         Near to the winter fire sat a beautiful young girl,
11   2| daughter leaning fondly on him, sat down with her and her mother
12   2|     death, I hear; and there he sat alone. Quite alone in the
13   3|    state upon this couch, there sat a jolly Giant, glorious
14   3|       Tim, the last of all. ~He sat very close to his father'
15   3|       rough table at which they sat, they wished each other
16   3|         Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked,
17   4|        bundle on the floor, and sat down in a flaunting manner
18   4|     dialogue in horror. As they sat grouped about their spoil,
19   4|       struggled to repress. ~He sat down to the dinner that
20   4|      statues in one corner, and sat looking up at Peter, who
21   4|         there, lately. Poor Bob sat down in it, and when he
22   5|     Ghost of Christmas Present, sat! There's the window where
23   5|       the chuckle with which he sat down breathless in his chair
24   5|        behind his time. Scrooge sat with his door wide open,