text_original: There mounts the eager charioteer; Soon from his seat he's downward hurl'd; Here Jove in anger doth appear, There all, beneath, the flaming world. What does this idle fiction mean? Is truth at court in such disgrace, It may not on the walls be seen, Nor e'en in picture show its face?
text_transcription: THERE MOUNTS THE EAGER CHARIOTEER SOON FROM HIS SEAT HE'S DOWNWARD HURL'D HERE JOVEN ANGER DOTH APPEAR THERE ALL BENEATH THE FLAMING WORLD WHAT DOES THIS IDLE FICTION MEAN IS TRUTH AT COURT IN SUCH DISGRACE IT MAY NOT ON THE WALLS BE SEEN NOR E E N IN PICTURE SHOW ITS FACE
phonemes: ðɛɹ mˈaʊnts ðɪ ˈiːɡɚ tʃˌæɹiətˈɪɹ; sˈuːn fɹʌm hɪz sˈiːt hiːz dˈaʊnwɚd hˈɜːld; hˈɪɹ dʒˈoʊv ɪn ˈæŋɡɚ dʌθ ɐpˈɪɹ, ðɛɹ ˈɔːl, bᵻnˈiːθ, ðə flˈeɪmɪŋ wˈɜːld. wˌʌt dˈʌz ðɪs ˈaɪdəl fˈɪkʃən mˈiːn? ɪz tɹˈuːθ æt kˈɔːɹt ɪn sˈʌtʃ dɪsɡɹˈeɪs, ɪt mˈeɪ nˌɑːt ɔnðə wˈɔːlz biː sˈiːn, nˈɔːɹ ˈɛən ɪn pˈɪktʃɚ ʃˈoʊ ɪts fˈeɪs?