text_original: The great god of poems delights in a car, Which makes him so bright that we see him from far; For, were he mew'd up in a coach, 'tis allow'd We'd see him no more than we see through a cloud.
text_transcription: THE GREAT GOD OF POEMS DELIGHTS IN A CAR WHICH MAKES HIM SO BRIGHT THAT WE SEE HIM FROM FAR FOR WERE HE MEWED UP IN A COACH TIS ALLOWED WE'D SEE HIM NO MORE THAN WE SEE THROUGH A CLOUD
phonemes: ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ɡˈɑːd ʌv pˈoʊᵻmz dᵻlˈaɪts ɪn ɐ kˈɑːɹ, wˌɪtʃ mˌeɪks hˌɪm sˌoʊ bɹˈaɪt ðæt wiː sˈiː hˌɪm fɹʌm fˈɑːɹ; fɔːɹ, wɜː hiː mjˈuːd ˌʌp ɪn ɐ kˈoʊtʃ, tˈɪz ɐlˈaʊd wiːd sˈiː hˌɪm nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðɐn wiː sˈiː θɹuː ɐ klˈaʊd.