text_original: That death stain on the vernal sward Hallowed to freedom all the shore; In fragments fell the yoke abhorred   The footstep of a foreign lord Profaned the soil no more. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
text_transcription: THAT DEATH STAIN ON THE VERNAL SWARD HALLOW TO FREEDOM ALL THE SHORE IN FRAGMENTS FELL THE YOKE ABHORRED THE FOOTSTEP OF A FOREIGN LORD PROFANED THE SOIL NO MORE WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT
phonemes: ðæt dˈɛθ stˈeɪn ɔnðə vˈɜːnəl swˈɔːɹd hˈæloʊd tə fɹˈiːdəm ˈɔːl ðə ʃˈɔːɹ; ɪn fɹˈæɡmənts fˈɛl ðə jˈoʊk ɐbhˈɔːɹd ðə fˈʊtstɛp əvə fˈɔːɹən lˈɔːɹd pɹəfˈeɪnd ðə sˈɔɪl nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ. wˈɪljəm kˈʌlən bɹˈaɪənt.