text_original: I have beguiled Often the melancholy hours at school, Soured by some little tyrant, with the thought Of distant home, and I remembered then Thy faithful fondness: for not mean the joy, Returning at the pleasant holidays, I felt from thy dumb welcome.
text_transcription: I HAVE BEGUILED OFTEN THE MELANCHOLY HOURS AT SCHOOL SOURED BY SOME LITTLE TYRANT WITH THE THOUGHT OF DISTANT HOME AND I REMEMBERED THEN THY FAITHFUL FONDNESS FOR NOT MEAN THE JOY RETURNING AT THE PLEASANT HOLIDAYS I FELT FROM THY DUMB WELCOME
phonemes: aɪ hæv bᵻɡˈaɪld ˈɔfən ðə mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli ˈaʊɚz æt skˈuːl, sˈaʊɚd baɪ sˌʌm lˈɪɾəl tˈaɪɹənt, wɪððə θˈɔːt ʌv dˈɪstənt hˈoʊm, ænd aɪ ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd ðˈɛn ðˌaɪ fˈeɪθfəl fˈɑːndnəs: fɔːɹ nˌɑːt mˈiːn ðə dʒˈɔɪ, ɹᵻtˈɜːnɪŋ æt ðə plˈɛzənt hˈɑːlɪdˌeɪz, aɪ fˈɛlt fɹʌm ðˌaɪ dˈʌm wˈɛlkʌm.