text_original: But still by his side his brother kneels, Chill horror has frozen his veins; He heeds not the glancing shower of shells, That with red fire glitters and rains.
text_transcription: BUT STILL BY HIS SIDE HIS BROTHER KNEELS CHILL HORROR HAS FROZEN HIS VEINS HE HEEDS NOT THE GLANCING SHOWER OF SHELLS THAT WITH RED FIRE GLITTERS AND RAINS
phonemes: bˌʌt stˈɪl baɪ hɪz sˈaɪd hɪz bɹˈʌðɚ nˈiːlz, tʃˈɪl hˈɔɹɚ hɐz fɹˈoʊzən hɪz vˈeɪnz; hiː hˈiːdz nˌɑːt ðə ɡlˈænsɪŋ ʃˈaʊɚɹ ʌv ʃˈɛlz, ðæt wɪð ɹˈɛd fˈaɪɚ ɡlˈɪɾɚz ænd ɹˈeɪnz.