text_original: Behold the awful bench, on which he sat! He was as hard and ponderous wood as that: Yet when his sand was out, we find at last, That death has overset him with a blast.
text_transcription: BEHOLD THE AWFUL BENCH ON WHICH HE SAT HE WAS AS HARD AND PONDEROUS WOOD AS THAT YET WHEN HIS SAND WAS OUT WE FIND AT LAST THAT DEATH HAS OVERSET HIM WITH A BLAST
phonemes: bᵻhˈoʊld ðɪ ˈɔːfəl bˈɛntʃ, ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ hiː sˈæt! hiː wʌz æz hˈɑːɹd ænd pˈɑːndɚɹəs wˈʊd æz ðˈæt: jˈɛt wɛn hɪz sˈænd wʌz ˈaʊt, wiː fˈaɪnd æt lˈæst, ðæt dˈɛθ hɐz ˌoʊvɚsˈɛt hˌɪm wɪð ɐ blˈæst.