text_original: A SIMILE ON OUR WANT OF SILVER, AND THE ONLY WAY TO REMEDY IT. 1725 As when of old some sorceress threw O'er the moon's face a sable hue, To drive unseen her magic chair, At midnight, through the darken'd air; Wise people, who believed with reason That this eclipse was out of season, Affirm'd the moon was sick, and fell To cure her by a counter spell.
text_transcription: A SIMILE ON OUR WANT OF SILVER AND THE ONLY WAY TO REMEDY IT SEVENTEEN TWENTY FIVE AS WHEN OF OLD SOME SORCERESS THROUGH OR THE MOON'S FACE A SABLE HUE TO DRIVE UNSEEN HER MAGIC CHAIR AT MIDNIGHT THROUGH THE DARKEN'D AIR WISE PEOPLE WHO BELIEVED WITH REASON THAT THIS ECLIPSE WAS OUT OF SEASON AFFIRMED THE MOON WAS SICK AND FELL TO CURE HER BY A COUNTER SPELL
phonemes: ɐ sˈɪmɪli ˌɔn ˌaʊɚ wˈɔnt ʌv sˈɪlvɚ, ænd ðɪ ˈoʊnli wˈeɪ tuː ɹˈɛmədi ˌaɪtˈiː. wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti fˈaɪv æz wɛn ʌv ˈoʊld sˌʌm sˈɔːɹsɚɹəs θɹˈuː ˈɔːɹ ðə mˈuːnz fˈeɪs ɐ sˈeɪbəl hjˈuː, tə dɹˈaɪv ʌnsˈiːn hɜː mˈædʒɪk tʃˈɛɹ, æt mˈɪdnaɪt, θɹuː ðə dˈɑːɹkənd ˈɛɹ; wˈaɪz pˈiːpəl, hˌuː bᵻlˈiːvd wɪð ɹˈiːzən ðæt ðɪs ɪklˈɪps wʌz ˌaʊɾəv sˈiːzən, ɐfˈɜːmd ðə mˈuːn wʌz sˈɪk, ænd fˈɛl tə kjˈʊɹ hɜː baɪ ɐ kˈaʊntɚ spˈɛl.