text_original: But what man of power so godlike he can stay the billow's wrack, Or with single handed weapon hold an hundred foe  men back ? As the sun turned sadly westward, with a wild de  spairing cry, Stephen bowed his noble forehead and sank down on earth to die. 6 THE DEFENCE OF THE BRIDE, " Ah ha ! " then cried cruel" Sassard, with his foot upon the stair, " Have I come to thee, my boaster
text_transcription: BUT WHAT MAN OF POWER SO GODLIKE HE CAN STAY THE BILLOW'S RACK OR WITH SINGLE HANDED WEAPON HOLD A HUNDRED FOEMEN BACK AS THE SUN TURNED SADLY WESTWARD WITH A WILD DESPAIRING CRY STEPHEN BOWED HIS NOBLE FOREHEAD AND SANK DOWN ON EARTH TO DIE AHA THEN CRIED CRUEL SASSARD WITH HIS FOOT UPON THE STAIR HAVE I COME TO THEE MY BOASTER
phonemes: bˌʌt wʌt mˈæn ʌv pˈaʊɚ sˌoʊ ɡˈɑːdlaɪk hiː kæn stˈeɪ ðə bˈɪloʊz ɹˈæk, ɔːɹ wɪð sˈɪŋɡəl hˈændᵻd wˈɛpən hˈoʊld æn hˈʌndɹɪd fˈoʊ mˈɛn bˈæk ? æz ðə sˈʌn tˈɜːnd sˈædli wˈɛstwɚd, wɪð ɐ wˈaɪld də spˈɛɹɪŋ kɹˈaɪ, stˈiːvən bˈaʊd hɪz nˈoʊbəl fˈɔːɹhɛd ænd sˈæŋk dˌaʊn ˌɔn ˈɜːθ tə dˈaɪ. sˈɪks ðə dᵻfˈɛns ʌvðə bɹˈaɪd, " ˈɑː hˈɑː ! " ðˈɛn kɹˈaɪd kɹˈuːəl" sˈæsɚd, wɪð hɪz fˈʊt əpˌɑːn ðə stˈɛɹ, " hæv aɪ kˈʌm tə ðˈiː, maɪ bˈoʊstɚ