text_original: Yet some devotion still remains Among our harmless northern swains, Whose offerings, placed in golden ranks, Adorn our crystal rivers' banks; Nor seldom grace the flowery downs, With spiral tops and copple [27] crowns; Or gilding in a sunny morn The humble branches of a thorn. So poets sing, with golden bough The Trojan hero paid his vow.
text_transcription: YET SOME DEVOTION STILL REMAINS AMONG OUR HARMLESS NORTHERN SWAINS WHOSE OFFERINGS PLACED IN GOLDEN RANKS ADORN OUR CRYSTAL RIVERS BANKS NOR SELDOM GRACE THE FLOW'RY DOWNES WITH SPIRAL TOPS AND COPPLE CROWNS OR GILDING IN A SUNNY MORN THE HUMBLE BRANCHES OF A THORN SO POETS SING WITH GOLDEN BOUGH THE TROJAN HERO PAID HIS VOW
phonemes: jˈɛt sˌʌm dɪvˈoʊʃən stˈɪl ɹᵻmˈeɪnz ɐmˌʌŋ ˌaʊɚ hˈɑːɹmləs nˈɔːɹðɚn swˈeɪnz, hˌuːz ˈɔfɚɹɪŋz, plˈeɪst ɪn ɡˈoʊldən ɹˈæŋks, ɐdˈɔːɹn ˌaʊɚ kɹˈɪstəl ɹˈɪvɚz bˈæŋks; nˈɔːɹ sˈɛldəm ɡɹˈeɪs ðə flˈaʊɚɹi dˈaʊnz, wɪð spˈaɪɚɹəl tˈɑːps ænd kˈɑːpəl [twˈɛnti sˈɛvən] kɹˈaʊnz; ɔːɹ ɡˈɪldɪŋ ɪn ɐ sˈʌni mˈɔːɹn ðə hˈʌmbəl bɹˈæntʃᵻz əvə θˈɔːɹn. sˌoʊ pˈoʊɪts sˈɪŋ, wɪð ɡˈoʊldən bˈaʊ ðə tɹˈoʊdʒən hˈiəɹoʊ pˈeɪd hɪz vˈaʊ.