text_original: Not the stench of Lake Avernus Could have more offended her nose; Had she flown but o'er the top, She had felt her pinions drop. And by exhalations dire, Though a goddess, must expire.
text_transcription: NOT THE STENCH OF LAKE OF URNO'S COULD HAVE MORE OFFENDED HER NOSE HAD SHE FLOWN BUT O'ER THE TOP SHE HAD FELT HER PINIONS DROP AND BY EXALTATIONS DIRE THOUGH A GODDESS MUST EXPIRE
phonemes: nˌɑːt ðə stˈɛntʃ ʌv lˈeɪk ɐvˈɜːnəs kˌʊdɐv mˈɔːɹ əfˈɛndᵻd hɜː nˈoʊz; hæd ʃiː flˈoʊn bˌʌt ˈɔːɹ ðə tˈɑːp, ʃiː hæd fˈɛlt hɜː pˈɪniənz dɹˈɑːp. ænd baɪ ɛkshɐlˈeɪʃənz dˈaɪɚ, ðˌoʊ ɐ ɡˈɑːdəs, mˈʌst ɛkspˈaɪɚ.