text_original: Here would our hero ever dwell, Fix'd in a lonely learned cell: Contented to be truly great, In Virtue's best beloved retreat; Contented he  but Fate ordains, He now shall shine in nobler scenes, Raised high, like some celestial fire, To shine the more, still rising higher; Completely form'd in every part, To win the soul, and glad the heart.
text_transcription: HERE WOULD OUR HERO EVER DWELL FIXED IN A LONELY LEARNED CELL CONTENTED TO BE TRULY GREAT IN VIRTUE'S BEST BELOV'D RETREAT CONTENTED HE BUT FATE ORDAINS HE NOW SHALL SHINE IN NOBLER SANES RAISED HIGH LIKE SOME CELESTIAL FIRE TO SHINE THE MORE STILL RISING HIGHER COMPLETELY FORM'D IN EVERY PART TO WIN THE SOUL AND GLAD THE HEART
phonemes: hˈɪɹ wʊd ˌaʊɚ hˈiəɹoʊ ˈɛvɚ dwˈɛl, fˈɪksd ɪn ɐ lˈoʊnli lˈɜːnd sˈɛl: kəntˈɛntᵻd təbi tɹˈuːli ɡɹˈeɪt, ɪn vˈɜːtʃuːz bˈɛst bᵻlˈʌvd ɹᵻtɹˈiːt; kəntˈɛntᵻd hiː bˌʌt fˈeɪt ɔːɹdˈeɪnz, hiː nˈaʊ ʃˌæl ʃˈaɪn ɪn nˈoʊblɚ sˈiːnz, ɹˈeɪzd hˈaɪ, lˈaɪk sˌʌm səlˈɛstjəl fˈaɪɚ, tə ʃˈaɪn ðə mˈɔːɹ, stˈɪl ɹˈaɪzɪŋ hˈaɪɚ; kəmplˈiːtli fˈɔːɹmd ɪn ˈɛvɹi pˈɑːɹt, tə wˈɪn ðə sˈoʊl, ænd ɡlˈæd ðə hˈɑːɹt.