Strophe

 1   1| clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from
 2   1|       thought that Nature lived hard by, and was brewing on a
 3   1|      ran home to Camden Town as hard as he could pelt, to play
 4   1|     said Scrooge. "But don't be hard upon me! Don't be flowery,
 5   2|       nothing on which it is so hard as poverty; and there is
 6   3|        made intricate channels, hard to trace in the thick yellow
 7   3|        speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half
 8   3|         such an odious, stingy, hard, unfeeling man as Mr Scrooge.
 9   3|        damaged and scarred with hard weather, as the figure-head
10   3|   though the plump sister tried hard to do it with aromatic vinegar;