text_original: Late be her death, one gentle nod, When Hermes,[3] waiting with his rod, Shall to Elysian fields invite her, Where there will be no cares to fright her!
text_transcription: LATE BE HER DEATH ONE GENTLE NOD WHEN HERMES WAITING WITH HIS ROD SHALL TWO ELYSIAN FIELDS INVITE HER WHERE THERE WILL BE NO CARES TO FRIGHT HE
phonemes: lˈeɪt biː hɜː dˈɛθ, wˈʌn dʒˈɛntəl nˈɑːd, wˌɛn hˈɜːmiːz,[θɹˈiː] wˈeɪɾɪŋ wɪð hɪz ɹˈɑːd, ʃˌæl tʊ ɛlˈɪʒən fˈiːldz ɪnvˈaɪt hɜː, wˌɛɹ ðɛɹ wɪl biː nˈoʊ kˈɛɹz tə fɹˈaɪt hɜː!