text_original: Thou, Stella, wert no longer young, When first for thee my harp was strung, Without one word of Cupid's darts, Of killing eyes, or bleeding hearts; With friendship and esteem possest, I ne'er admitted Love a guest.
text_transcription: THOU STELLA WERT NO LONGER YOUNG WHEN FIRST FOR THEE MY HARP WAS STRUNG WITHOUT ONE WORD OF CUPID'S DARTS OF KILLING EYES OR BLEEDING HEARTS WITH FRIENDSHIP AND ESTEEM POSSESSED I NE'ER ADMITTED LOVE AGHAST
phonemes: ðˈaʊ, stˈɛlə, wˈɜːt nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ jˈʌŋ, wˌɛn fˈɜːst fɔːɹ ðiː maɪ hˈɑːɹp wʌz stɹˈʌŋ, wɪðˌaʊt wˈʌn wˈɜːd ʌv kjˈuːpɪdz dˈɑːɹts, ʌv kˈɪlɪŋ ˈaɪz, ɔːɹ blˈiːdɪŋ hˈɑːɹts; wɪð fɹˈɛndʃɪp ænd ɛstˈiːm pˈɑːsɪst, aɪ nˈɛɹ ɐdmˈɪɾᵻd lˈʌv ɐ ɡˈɛst.