Strophe

 1   1|      the screws and nuts that held the knocker on, so he said "
 2   1| appalling noise, that Scrooge held on tight to his chair, to
 3   1|   ocean of my business!'' ~It held up its chain at arm's length,
 4   1|    each other, Marley's Ghost held up its hand, warning him
 5   2|       which was beautiful. It held a branch of fresh green
 6   2|       for a cap, which it now held under its arm. ~Even this,
 7   3|     unlike Plenty's horn, and held it up, high up, to shed
 8   3|       did as he was told, and held it fast. ~Holly, mistletoe,
 9   3|      without a handle. ~These held the hot stuff from the jug,
10   3|    upon his little stool. Bob held his withered little hand
11   3|        but for the frost that held it prisoner; and nothing