text_original: At noon I passed some labourers in a field. The sweat ran down upon each sunburnt face, Which shone like copper in the ardent glow.
text_transcription: AT NOON I PASSED SOME LABOURERS IN A FIELD THE SWEAT RAN DOWN UPON EACH SUNBURNT FACE WHICH SHONE LIKE COPPER IN THE ARDENT GLOW
phonemes: æt nˈuːn aɪ pˈæst sˌʌm lˈeɪbɚɹɚz ɪn ɐ fˈiːld. ðə swˈɛt ɹˈæn dˌaʊn əpˌɑːn ˈiːtʃ sˈʌnbɜːnt fˈeɪs, wˌɪtʃ ʃˈɑːn lˈaɪk kˈɑːpɚɹ ɪnðɪ ˈɑːɹdənt ɡlˈoʊ.