text_original: — some lie amidst the dead, (Many a giant, stubborn tree,— 11 12 THE SNOWDROP Many a plant, its spirit shed), That were better nursed than thee! What hath saved thee? Thou wast not 'Gainst the arrowy winter furred,— Armed in scale,— but all forgot When the frozen winds were stirred.
text_transcription: SOME LIE AMIDST THE DEAD MANY A GIANT'S STUBBORN TREE MANY A PLANT ITS SPIRIT SHED THAT WERE BETTER NURSED THAN THEE WHAT HATH SAVED THEE THOU WAST NOT GAINST THE ARROWY WINTER FURRED ARMOURED IN SCALE BUT ALL FORGOT WHEN THE FROZEN WINDS WERE STIRRED
phonemes: — sˌʌm lˈaɪ ɐmˈɪdst ðə dˈɛd, (mˈɛni ɐ dʒˈaɪənt, stˈʌbɚn tɹˈiː,— ɪlˈɛvən twˈɛlv ðə snˈoʊdɹɑːp mˈɛni ɐ plˈænt, ɪts spˈɪɹɪt ʃˈɛd), ðæt wɜː bˈɛɾɚ nˈɜːsd ðɐn ðˈiː! wˌʌt hæθ sˈeɪvd ðˈiː? ðˈaʊ wɑːst nˌɑːt ɡˈeɪnst ðɪ ˈæɹoʊi wˈɪntɚ fˈɜːd,— ˈɑːɹmd ɪn skˈeɪl,— bˌʌt ˈɔːl fɚɡˈɑːt wɛn ðə fɹˈoʊzən wˈɪndz wɜː stˈɜːd.