text_original: The glittering beau could hardly tell, Without your aid, to read or spell; But, having long conversed with you, Knows how to scroll a billet doux. With what delight, methinks, I trace Your blood in every noble race! In whom thy features, shape, and mien, Are to the life distinctly seen!
text_transcription: THE GLITTERING BOW COULD HARDLY TELL WITHOUT YOUR AID TO READ OR SPELL BUT HAVING LONG CONVERSED WITH YOU KNOWS HOW TO SCROLL A BILLET DO WITH WHAT DELIGHT METHINKS I TRACE YOUR BLOOD IN EVERY NOBLE RACE IN WHOM THY FEATURES SHAPE AND MIEN ARE TO THE LIFE DISTINCTLY SEEN
phonemes: ðə ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ bˈoʊ kʊd hˈɑːɹdli tˈɛl, wɪðˌaʊt jʊɹ ˈeɪd, tə ɹˈiːd ɔːɹ spˈɛl; bˌʌt, hˌævɪŋ lˈɔŋ kənvˈɜːst wɪð juː, nˈoʊz hˌaʊ tə skɹˈoʊl ɐ bˈɪlɪt dˈuː. wɪð wʌt dᵻlˈaɪt, miːθˈɪŋks, aɪ tɹˈeɪs jʊɹ blˈʌd ɪn ˈɛvɹi nˈoʊbəl ɹˈeɪs! ɪn hˈuːm ðˌaɪ fˈiːtʃɚz, ʃˈeɪp, ænd mˈiːn, ɑːɹ tə ðə lˈaɪf dɪstˈɪŋktli sˈiːn!