text_original: From the grasp of the soldier The Jesuit broke, Half in scorn, half in sorrow, He smiled as he spoke: "No wolf, Lord of Estienne, Has ravaged thy hall, But thy red handed rival, With fire, steel, and ball! On an errand of mercy I hitherward came, While the walls of thy castle Yet spouted with flame. "Pentagoet's dark vessels Were moored in the bay, Grim sea lions, roaring Aloud for their prey." "But what of my lady?"
text_transcription: FROM THE GRASP OF THE SOLDIER THE JESUIT BROKE HALF IN SCORN HALF IN SORROW HE SMILED AS HE SPOKE NO WHORAL FLORIDA OF HISTIN HAS RAVAGED THY HALL BUT THY RED HANDED RIVAL WAS STEEL WITH FIRE STEEL AND BALL ON AN ERRAND OF MERCY I HID THE WORD CAME WHILE THE WALLS OF THY CASTLE YET SPOUTED WITH FLAME PENT TO GO ITS DARK VESSELS WERE MOORED IN A BAG AND SEA LIONS ROARING ALOUD FOR THEIR PREY BUT WHAT OF MY LADY
phonemes: fɹʌmðə ɡɹˈæsp ʌvðə sˈoʊldʒɚ ðə dʒˈɛzjuːɪt bɹˈoʊk, hˈæf ɪn skˈɔːɹn, hˈæf ɪn sˈɑːɹoʊ, hiː smˈaɪld æz hiː spˈoʊk: "nˈoʊ wˈʊlf, lˈɔːɹd ʌv ˈɛsʃən, hɐz ɹˈævɪdʒd ðˌaɪ hˈɔːl, bˌʌt ðˌaɪ ɹˈɛd hˈændᵻd ɹˈaɪvəl, wɪð fˈaɪɚ, stˈiːl, ænd bˈɔːl! ˌɔn ɐn ˈɛɹənd ʌv mˈɜːsi aɪ hˈɪðɜːwɚd kˈeɪm, wˌaɪl ðə wˈɔːlz ʌv ðˌaɪ kˈæsəl jˈɛt spˈaʊɾᵻd wɪð flˈeɪm. "pˈɛntɐɡˌoʊts dˈɑːɹk vˈɛsəlz wɜː mˈʊɹd ɪnðə bˈeɪ, ɡɹˈɪm sˈiː lˈaɪənz, ɹˈɔːɹɪŋ ɐlˈaʊd fɔːɹ ðɛɹ pɹˈeɪ." "bˌʌt wʌt ʌv maɪ lˈeɪdi?"