text_original: Instead of spoils of Persian looms, The costly boast of regal rooms, Thought it more courtly and discreet To scatter roses at her feet; Roses of richest dye, that shone With native lustre, like her own; Beauty that needs no aid of art Through every sense to reach the heart.
text_transcription: INSTEAD OF SPOILS OF PERSIAN LOOMS THE COSTLY BOAST OF REGAL ROOMS THOUGHT IT MORE COURTLY AND DISCREET TO SCATTER ROSES AT HER FEET ROSES OF RICHEST DYE THAT SHONE WITH NATIVE LUSTRE LIKE HER OWN BEAUTY THAT NEEDS NO AID OF ART THREW EVERY SENSE TO REACH THE HEART
phonemes: ɪnstˈɛd ʌv spˈɔɪlz ʌv pˈɜːʒən lˈuːmz, ðə kˈɔstli bˈoʊst ʌv ɹˈiːɡəl ɹˈuːmz, θˈɔːt ɪt mˈɔːɹ kˈɔːɹtli ænd dɪskɹˈiːt tə skˈæɾɚ ɹˈoʊzᵻz æt hɜː fˈiːt; ɹˈoʊzᵻz ʌv ɹˈɪtʃɪst dˈaɪ, ðæt ʃˈɑːn wɪð nˈeɪɾɪv lˈʌstɚ, lˈaɪk hɜːɹ ˈoʊn; bjˈuːɾi ðæt nˈiːdz nˈoʊ ˈeɪd ʌv ˈɑːɹt θɹuː ˈɛvɹi sˈɛns tə ɹˈiːtʃ ðə hˈɑːɹt.