text_original: But Death had business to dispatch; His mind was running on his match. And hearing much of Daphne's fame, His majesty of terrors came, Fine as a colonel of the guards, To visit where she sat at cards; She, as he came into the room, Thought him Adonis in his bloom. And now her heart with pleasure jumps, She scarce remembers what is trumps; For such a shape of skin and bone Was never seen except her own.
text_transcription: BUT DEATH HAD BUSINESS TO DESPATCH HIS MIND WAS RUNNING ON HIS MATCH AND HEARING MUCH OF DAPHNE'S FAME HIS MAJESTY OF TERRORS CAME FINASA COLONEL OF THE GUARD'S TO VISIT WHERE SHE SAT AT CARDS SHE AS HE CAME INTO THE ROOM THOUGHT HIM A DONIS IN HIS BLOOM AND NOW HER HEART WITH PLEASURE JUMPS SHE SCARCE REMEMBERS WHAT HIS TRUMPS FOR SUCH A SHAPE OF SKIN AND BONE WAS NEVER SEEN EXCEPT HER OWN
phonemes: bˌʌt dˈɛθ hæd bˈɪznəs tə dɪspˈætʃ; hɪz mˈaɪnd wʌz ɹˈʌnɪŋ ˌɔn hɪz mˈætʃ. ænd hˈɪɹɪŋ mˈʌtʃ ʌv dˈæfniz fˈeɪm, hɪz mˈædʒᵻsti ʌv tˈɛɹɚz kˈeɪm, fˈaɪn æz ɐ kˈɜːnəl ʌvðə ɡˈɑːɹdz, tə vˈɪzɪt wˌɛɹ ʃiː sˈæt æt kˈɑːɹdz; ʃiː, æz hiː kˈeɪm ˌɪntʊ ðə ɹˈuːm, θˈɔːt hˌɪm ˈædənˌɪs ɪn hɪz blˈuːm. ænd nˈaʊ hɜː hˈɑːɹt wɪð plˈɛʒɚ dʒˈʌmps, ʃiː skˈɛɹs ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚz wʌt ɪz tɹˈʌmps; fɔːɹ sˈʌtʃ ɐ ʃˈeɪp ʌv skˈɪn ænd bˈoʊn wʌz nˈɛvɚ sˈiːn ɛksˈɛpt hɜːɹ ˈoʊn.