text_original: [2] No science was to him unknown, For all the arts were all his own: In all the living learned read, Though more delighted with the dead: For birds, if ancient tales say true, Had then their Popes and Homers too; Could read and write in prose and verse, And speak like ***, and build like Pearce.
text_transcription: NO SCIENCE WAS TO HIM UNKNOWN FOR ALL THE ARTS WERE ALL HIS OWN IN ALL THE LIVING LEARNED RED THOUGH MORE DELIGHTED WITH THE DEAD FOR BIRDS IF ANCIENT TALES SAY TRUE HAD THEN THEIR POPES AND HOMERS TOO COULD READ AND WRITE IN PROSE AND VERSE AND SPEAK LIKE BLANK AND BUILD LIKE PIERCE
phonemes: [tˈuː] nˈoʊ sˈaɪəns wʌz tə hˌɪm ʌnnˈoʊn, fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈɑːɹts wɜːɹ ˈɔːl hɪz ˈoʊn: ɪn ˈɔːl ðə lˈɪvɪŋ lˈɜːnd ɹˈiːd, ðˌoʊ mˈɔːɹ dᵻlˈaɪɾᵻd wɪððə dˈɛd: fɔːɹ bˈɜːdz, ɪf ˈeɪntʃənt tˈeɪlz sˈeɪ tɹˈuː, hæd ðˈɛn ðɛɹ pˈoʊps ænd hˈoʊmɚz tˈuː; kʊd ɹˈiːd ænd ɹˈaɪt ɪn pɹˈoʊz ænd vˈɜːs, ænd spˈiːk lˈaɪk ˈæstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪskɐstɚɹˌɪsk, ænd bˈɪld lˈaɪk pˈɪɹs.