text_original: How weak do seem our strivings after power, How poor the grandest efforts of our brains, If out of all we are, in one short hour Nothing remains.
text_transcription: HOW WEAK DO SEEM OUR STRIVINGS AFTER POWER HOW POOR THE GRANDEST EFFORTS OF OUR BRAINS IF OUT OF ALL WE ARE IN ONE SHORT HOUR NOTHING REMAINS
phonemes: hˌaʊ wˈiːk dˈuː sˈiːm ˌaʊɚ stɹˈaɪvɪŋz ˈæftɚ pˈaʊɚ, hˌaʊ pˈʊɹ ðə ɡɹˈændɪst ˈɛfɚts ʌv ˌaʊɚ bɹˈeɪnz, ɪf ˌaʊɾəv ˈɔːl wiː ɑːɹ, ɪn wˈʌn ʃˈɔːɹt ˈaʊɚ nˈʌθɪŋ ɹᵻmˈeɪnz.