text_original: Now he patted his horse's side, Now gazed at the landscape far and near, Then, impetuous, stamped the earth, And turned and tightened his saddle girth; But mostly he watched with eager search The belfry tower of the Old North Church, As it rose above the graves on the hill, Lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
text_transcription: NOW HE PATTED HIS HORSE'S SIDE NOW GAZED AT THE LANDSCAPE FAR NEAR THEN IMPETUOUS STAMPED THE EARTH AND TURNED HIM TIGHT IN HIS SADDLE GIRTH BUT MOSTLY HE WATCHED WITH EAGER SEARCH THE BELFRY TOWER OF THE OLD NORTH CHURCH AS IT ROSE ABOVE THE GRAVES ON THE HILL LONELY AND SPECTRAL AND SOMBRE AND STILL
phonemes: nˈaʊ hiː pˈæɾᵻd hɪz hˈɔːɹsᵻz sˈaɪd, nˈaʊ ɡˈeɪzd æt ðə lˈændskeɪp fˈɑːɹ ænd nˈɪɹ, ðˈɛn, ɪmpˈɛtʃuːəs, stˈæmpt ðɪ ˈɜːθ, ænd tˈɜːnd ænd tˈaɪʔn̩d hɪz sˈædəl ɡˈɜːθ; bˌʌt mˈoʊstli hiː wˈɑːtʃt wɪð ˈiːɡɚ sˈɜːtʃ ðə bˈɛlfɹi tˈaʊɚɹ ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld nˈɔːɹθ tʃˈɜːtʃ, æz ɪt ɹˈoʊz əbˌʌv ðə ɡɹˈeɪvz ɔnðə hˈɪl, lˈoʊnli ænd spˈɛktɹəl ænd sˈɑːmbɚɹ ænd stˈɪl.