text_original: Ideas die and old religions perish, Our rarest pleasures and our keenest pains Are swept away with all we hate or cherish— Nothing remains.
text_transcription: IDEAS DIE AND OLD RELIGIONS PERISH OUR RAREST PLEASURES AND OUR KEENEST PAINS ARE SWEPT AWAY WITH ALL WE HATE OR CHERISH NOTHING REMAINS
phonemes: aɪdˈiəz dˈaɪ ænd ˈoʊld ɹᵻlˈɪdʒənz pˈɛɹɪʃ, ˌaʊɚ ɹˈɛɹɪst plˈɛʒɚz ænd ˌaʊɚ kˈiːnɪst pˈeɪnz ɑːɹ swˈɛpt ɐwˈeɪ wɪð ˈɔːl wiː hˈeɪt ɔːɹ tʃˈɛɹɪʃ— nˈʌθɪŋ ɹᵻmˈeɪnz.