text_original: All this I can do without witchcraft or charm, Though sometimes they say, I bewitch and do harm; Though cold, I inflame; and though quiet, invade: And nothing can shield from my spell but a shade. A thief that has robb'd you, or done you disgrace, In magical mirror, I'll show you his face: Nay, if you'll believe what the poets have said, They'll tell you I kill, and can call back the dead.
text_transcription: ALL THIS I CAN DO WITHOUT WITCHCRAFT OR CHARM THOUGH SOMETIMES THEY SAY I BEWITCH AND DO HARM THOUGH COLD I INFLAME AND THOUGH QUIET INVADE AND NOTHING CAN SHIELD FROM MY SPELL BUT A SHADE A THIEF THAT HAS ROBBED YOU OR DONE YOU DISGRACE IN MAGICAL MIRROR I'LL SHOW YOU HIS FACE NAY IF YOU BELIEVE WHAT THE POETS HAVE SAID THEY'LL TELL YOU I KILL AND CAN CALL BACK THE DEAD
phonemes: ˈɔːl ðɪs aɪ kæn dˈuː wɪðˌaʊt wˈɪtʃkɹæft ɔːɹ tʃˈɑːɹm, ðˌoʊ sˈʌmtaɪmz ðeɪ sˈeɪ, aɪ bᵻwˈɪtʃ ænd dˈuː hˈɑːɹm; ðˌoʊ kˈoʊld, aɪ ɪnflˈeɪm; ænd ðˌoʊ kwˈaɪət, ɪnvˈeɪd: ænd nˈʌθɪŋ kæn ʃˈiːld fɹʌm maɪ spˈɛl bˌʌt ɐ ʃˈeɪd. ɐ θˈiːf ðæt hɐz ɹˈɑːbd juː, ɔːɹ dˈʌn juː dɪsɡɹˈeɪs, ɪn mˈædʒɪkəl mˈɪɹɚ, aɪl ʃˈoʊ juː hɪz fˈeɪs: nˈeɪ, ɪf juːl bᵻlˈiːv wʌt ðə pˈoʊɪts hæv sˈɛd, ðeɪl tˈɛl juː aɪ kˈɪl, ænd kæn kˈɔːl bˈæk ðə dˈɛd.