Strophe

 1 Pre|         an Idea, which shall not put my readers out of humour
 2   1|         for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley
 3   1|        part. Wherefore the clerk put on his white comforter,
 4   1|       uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver
 5   1| Abundance rejoices. What shall I put you down for?'' ~"Nothing!''
 6   1|      snuffed his candle out, and put on his hat. ~"You'll want
 7   1|          would be untrue. But he put his hand upon the key he
 8   1|          he took off his cravat; put on his dressing-gown and
 9   1|         he became thoughtful, to put his hands in his breeches
10   2|        Ghost, "would you so soon put out, with worldly hands,
11   2|           then. Take heed!'' ~It put out its strong hand as it
12   2|         what's his name, who was put down in his drawers, asleep,
13   3|      spectre would draw back, he put them every one aside with
14   3|   stirred it round and round and put it on the hob to simmer;
15   3|          apples and oranges were put upon the table, and a shovel-full
16   3|          fresh question that was put to him, this nephew burst
17   4|       with the stem of his pipe, put it in his mouth again. ~
18   4|         work upon the table, and put her hand up to her face. ~"
19   5|        window, he opened it, and put out his stirring, cold cold,
20   5|          nose off, he would have put a piece of sticking-plaister