text_original: Now this is Stella's case in fact, An angel's face a little crack'd. (Could poets or could painters fix How angels look at thirty six:) This drew us in at first to find In such a form an angel's mind; And every virtue now supplies The fainting rays of Stella's eyes.
text_transcription: NOW THIS IS STELLA'S CASE IN FACT AN ANGEL'S FACE A LITTLE CRACKED COULD POETS OR COULD PAINTERS FIX HOW ANGELS LOOK AT THIRTY SIX THIS DREW US IN AT FIRST TO FIND IN SUCH A FORM AN ANGEL'S MIND AND EVERY VIRTUE NOW SUPPLIES THE FAINTING RAYS OF STELLA'S EYES
phonemes: nˈaʊ ðɪs ɪz stˈɛləz kˈeɪs ɪn fˈækt, ɐn ˈeɪndʒəlz fˈeɪs ɐ lˈɪɾəl kɹˈækd. (kʊd pˈoʊɪts ɔːɹ kʊd pˈeɪntɚz fˈɪks hˌaʊ ˈeɪndʒəlz lˈʊk æt θˈɜːɾi sˈɪks:) ðɪs dɹˈuː ˌʌs ɪn æt fˈɜːst tə fˈaɪnd ɪn sˈʌtʃ ɐ fˈɔːɹm ɐn ˈeɪndʒəlz mˈaɪnd; ænd ˈɛvɹi vˈɜːtʃuː nˈaʊ səplˈaɪz ðə fˈeɪntɪŋ ɹˈeɪz ʌv stˈɛləz ˈaɪz.