text_original: No haughty nymph has power to run From me; or my embraces shun. Stabb'd to the heart, condemn'd to flame, My constancy is still the same. The favourite messenger of Jove, And Lemnian god, consulting strove To make me glorious to the sight Of mortals, and the gods' delight.
text_transcription: NO HAUGHTY NYMPH HAS POWER TO RUN FROM ME O'ER MY EMBRACES SHUN STAB TO THE HEART CONDEMNED TO FLAME MY CONSTANCY IS STILL THE SAME THE FAVOURITE MESSENGER OF JOVE AND LEMNIAN GOD CONSULTING STROVE TO MAKE ME GLORIOUS TO THE SIGHT OF MORTALS AND THE GODS DELIGHT
phonemes: nˈoʊ hˈɔːɾi nˈɪmf hɐz pˈaʊɚ tə ɹˈʌn fɹʌm mˌiː; ɔːɹ maɪ ɛmbɹˈeɪsᵻz ʃˈʌn. stˈæbd tə ðə hˈɑːɹt, kəndˈɛmd tə flˈeɪm, maɪ kˈɑːnstənsi ɪz stˈɪl ðə sˈeɪm. ðə fˈeɪvɹɪt mˈɛsɪndʒɚɹ ʌv dʒˈoʊv, ænd lˈɛmniən ɡˈɑːd, kənsˈʌltɪŋ stɹˈoʊv tə mˌeɪk mˌiː ɡlˈɔːɹiəs tə ðə sˈaɪt ʌv mˈɔːɹɾəlz, ænd ðə ɡˈɑːdz dᵻlˈaɪt.