text_original: Filling the spirit with tones of prayer  Whatever tale in the bell is heard, lie broods on his folded feet unstirr'd, Oi, rising half in his rounded nest.
text_transcription: FILLING THE SPIRIT WITH TONES OF PRAYER WHATEVER TALE IN THE BELL IS HEARD LIE BROODS ON HIS FOLDED FEET UNSTIRRED OR RISING HALF IN HIS ROUNDED NEST
phonemes: fˈɪlɪŋ ðə spˈɪɹɪt wɪð tˈoʊnz ʌv pɹˈɛɹ wʌtˈɛvɚ tˈeɪl ɪnðə bˈɛl ɪz hˈɜːd, lˈaɪ bɹˈuːdz ˌɔn hɪz fˈoʊldᵻd fˈiːt ʌnstˈɜːd, ˈɔɪ, ɹˈaɪzɪŋ hˈæf ɪn hɪz ɹˈaʊndᵻd nˈɛst.