text_original: Then furious he begins his march, Drives rattling o'er a brazen arch; With squibs and crackers arm'd to throw Among the trembling crowd below. All ran to prayers, both priests and laity, To pacify this angry deity; When Jove, in pity to the town, With real thunder knock'd him down.
text_transcription: THEN FURIOUS HE BEGINS HIS MARCH DRIVES RATTLING O'ER A BRAZEN ARCH WITH SQUIBS AND CRACKERS ARMED TO THROW AMONG THE TREMBLING CROWD BELOW ALL RAN TO PRAYERS BOTH PRIESTS AND LAITY TO PACIFY THIS ANGRY DEITY WHEN JOVE IN PITY TO THE TOWN WITH REAL THUNDER KNOCKED HIM DOWN
phonemes: ðˈɛn fjˈʊɹɹiəs hiː bɪɡˈɪnz hɪz mˈɑːɹtʃ, dɹˈaɪvz ɹˈæɾəlɪŋ ˈɔːɹ ɐ bɹˈeɪzən ˈɑːɹtʃ; wɪð skwˈɪbz ænd kɹˈækɚz ˈɑːɹmd tə θɹˈoʊ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə tɹˈɛmblɪŋ kɹˈaʊd bᵻlˈoʊ. ˈɔːl ɹˈæn tə pɹˈɛɹz, bˈoʊθ pɹˈiːsts ænd lˈeɪəɾi, tə pˈæsᵻfˌaɪ ðɪs ˈæŋɡɹi dˈiːəti; wˌɛn dʒˈoʊv, ɪn pˈɪɾi tə ðə tˈaʊn, wɪð ɹˈiːəl θˈʌndɚ nˈɑːkd hˌɪm dˈaʊn.