text_original: FONTINELLA[1] TO FLORINDA When on my bosom thy bright eyes, Florinda, dart their heavenly beams, I feel not the least love surprise, Yet endless tears flow down in streams; There's nought so beautiful in thee, But you may find the same in me.
text_transcription: FONTENELLA TO FLORINDA WHEN ON MY BOSOM THY BRIGHT EYES FLORINDA DART THEIR HEAVENLY BEAMS I FEEL NOT THE LEAST LOVE'S SURPRISE YET ENDLESS TEARS FLOW DOWN IN STREAMS THERE'S NOUGHT SO BEAUTIFUL IN THEE BUT YOU MAY FIND THE SAME IN ME
phonemes: fˌɔntaɪnˈɛlə[wˈʌn] tuː flɔːɹˈɪndə wɛn ˌɔn maɪ bˈʊzəm ðˌaɪ bɹˈaɪt ˈaɪz, flɔːɹˈɪndə, dˈɑːɹt ðɛɹ hˈɛvənli bˈiːmz, aɪ fˈiːl nˌɑːt ðə lˈiːst lˈʌv sɚpɹˈaɪz, jˈɛt ˈɛndləs tˈɪɹz flˈoʊ dˌaʊn ɪn stɹˈiːmz; ðɛɹz nˈɔːt sˌoʊ bjˈuːɾifəl ɪn ðˈiː, bˌʌt juː mˈeɪ fˈaɪnd ðə sˈeɪm ɪn mˌiː.