text_original: My spaniel, prettiest of his race, And high in pedigree (Two nymphs adorned with every grace That spaniel found for me) Now wantoned, lost in flags and reeds, Now starting into sight, Pursued the swallow o'er the meads With scarce a slower flight.
text_transcription: MY SPANIEL PRETTIEST OF HIS RACE AND HIGH IN PEDIGREE TWO NYMPHS ADORN'D WITH EVERY GRACE THAT SPANIEL FOUND FOR ME NOW WANTON LOST IN FLAGS AND REEDS NOW STARTING INTO SIGHT PURSUED THE SWALLOW AUROR THE MEADS WITH SCARCE A SLOWER FLIGHT
phonemes: maɪ spˈænjəl, pɹˈɪɾiɪst ʌv hɪz ɹˈeɪs, ænd hˈaɪ ɪn pˈɛdɪɡɹˌiː (tˈuː nˈɪmfz ɐdˈɔːɹnd wɪð ˈɛvɹi ɡɹˈeɪs ðæt spˈænjəl fˈaʊnd fɔːɹ mˌiː) nˈaʊ wˈɔntənd, lˈɔst ɪn flˈæɡz ænd ɹˈiːdz, nˈaʊ stˈɑːɹɾɪŋ ˌɪntʊ sˈaɪt, pɚsˈuːd ðə swˈɔloʊ ˈɔːɹ ðə mˈiːdz wɪð skˈɛɹs ɐ slˈoʊɚ flˈaɪt.