text_original: So (if my simile you minded, Which I confess is too long winded) When late a feminine magician,[1] Join'd with a brazen politician,[2] Exposed, to blind the nation's eyes, A parchment[3] of prodigious size; Conceal'd behind that ample screen, There was no silver to be seen.
text_transcription: SO IF MY SIMILE YOU MINDED WHICH I CONFESS IS TOO LONG WINDED WHEN LATE A FEMININE MAGICIAN JOINED WITH THE BRAZEN POLITICIAN EXPOSED TO BLIND THE NATION'S EYES A PARCHMENT OF PRODIGIOUS SIZE CONCEALED BEHIND THAT AMPLE SCREEN THERE WAS NO SILVER TO BE SEEN
phonemes: sˈoʊ (ɪf maɪ sˈɪmɪli juː mˈaɪndᵻd, wˌɪtʃ aɪ kənfˈɛs ɪz tˈuː lˈɔŋ wˈɪndᵻd) wˌɛn lˈeɪt ɐ fˈɛmᵻnˌɪn mɐdʒˈɪʃən,[wˈʌn] dʒˈɔɪnd wɪð ɐ bɹˈeɪzən pˌɑːlɪtˈɪʃən,[tˈuː] ɛkspˈoʊzd, tə blˈaɪnd ðə nˈeɪʃənz ˈaɪz, ɐ pˈɑːɹtʃmənt[θɹˈiː] ʌv pɹədˈɪdʒəs sˈaɪz; kənsˈiːld bᵻhˌaɪnd ðæt ˈæmpəl skɹˈiːn, ðɛɹwˌʌz nˈoʊ sˈɪlvɚ təbi sˈiːn.