text_original: "Howard?" His foeman kneels by his side, And raises his head to his knee   Oh, God! that brothers should part in youth, And thus should their meeting be. Unheard is the deafening battle roar, Unseen is that dying look; He hears but the sound of a childish laugh, And the song of a Northern brook.
text_transcription: HOWARD HIS FOEMAN KNEELS BY HIS SIDE AND RAISES HIS HEAD TO HIS KNEE O GOD THAT BROTHERS SHOULD PART IN YOUTH AND THUS SHOULD THEIR MEETING BE UNHEARD IS THE DEAFENING BATTLE ROAR UNSEEING IS THAT DYING LOOK HE HEARS BUT THE SOUND OF A CHILDISH LAUGH AND THE SONG OF A NORTHERN BROOK
phonemes: "hˈaʊɚd?" hɪz fˈoʊmən nˈiːlz baɪ hɪz sˈaɪd, ænd ɹˈeɪzᵻz hɪz hˈɛd tə hɪz nˈiː ˈoʊ, ɡˈɑːd! ðæt bɹˈʌðɚz ʃˌʊd pˈɑːɹt ɪn jˈuːθ, ænd ðˈʌs ʃˌʊd ðɛɹ mˈiːɾɪŋ bˈiː. ʌnhˈɜːd ɪz ðə dˈɛfənɪŋ bˈæɾəl ɹˈɔːɹ, ʌnsˈiːn ɪz ðæt dˈaɪɪŋ lˈʊk; hiː hˈɪɹz bˌʌt ðə sˈaʊnd əvə tʃˈaɪldɪʃ lˈæf, ænd ðə sˈɔŋ əvə nˈɔːɹðɚn bɹˈʊk.