text_original: Though ten thousand cannons roar, Add to them ten thousand more, Yet but one of us is found Who regards the dreadful sound. Do what is not fit to tell, There's but one of us can smell.
text_transcription: THOUGH TEN THOUSAND CANNONS ROAR ADD TO THEM TEN THOUSAND MORE YET BUT ONE OF US IS FOUND WHO REGARDS THE DREADFUL SOUND DO WHAT IS NOT FIT TO TELL THERE'S BUT ONE OF US CAN SMELL
phonemes: ðˌoʊ tˈɛn θˈaʊzənd kˈænənz ɹˈɔːɹ, ˈæd tə ðˌɛm tˈɛn θˈaʊzənd mˈɔːɹ, jˈɛt bˌʌt wˈʌn ʌv ˌʌs ɪz fˈaʊnd hˌuː ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹdz ðə dɹˈɛdfəl sˈaʊnd. dˈuː wʌt ɪz nˌɑːt fˈɪt tə tˈɛl, ðɛɹz bˌʌt wˈʌn ʌv ˌʌs kæn smˈɛl.