text_original: The time pass'd on; and Music came Her kennel once again to claim, But Bawty, lost to shame and honour, Set all her cubs at once upon her; Made her retire, and quit her right, And loudly cried  "A bite! bite!" THE MORAL Thus did the Grecian wooden horse Conceal a fatal armed force: No sooner brought within the walls, But Ilium's lost, and Priam falls.
text_transcription: THE TIME PASSED ON AND MUSIC CAME HER KENNEL ONCE AGAIN TO CLAIM BUT BODY LOST TO SHAME AND HONOUR SET ALL HER CUBS AT ONCE UPON HER MADE HER RETIRE AND QUIT HER RIGHT AND LOUDLY CRIED A BITE A BITE THE MORAL THUS DID THE GRECIAN WOODEN HORSE CONCEAL A FATAL ARMED FORCE NO SOONER BROUGHT WITHIN THE WALLS BUT ILIUMS LOST AND PRIUM FALLS
phonemes: ðə tˈaɪm pˈæsd ˈɔn; ænd mjˈuːzɪk kˈeɪm hɜː kˈɛnəl wˈʌns ɐɡˈɛn tə klˈeɪm, bˌʌt bˈɔːɾi, lˈɔst tə ʃˈeɪm ænd ˈɑːnɚ, sˈɛt ˈɔːl hɜː kˈʌbz ɐtwˈʌns əpˌɑːn hɜː; mˌeɪd hɜː ɹᵻtˈaɪɚ, ænd kwˈɪt hɜː ɹˈaɪt, ænd lˈaʊdli kɹˈaɪd  "ɐ bˈaɪt! bˈaɪt!" ðə mˈɔːɹəl ðˈʌs dˈɪd ðə ɡɹˈiːʃən wˈʊdən hˈɔːɹs kənsˈiːl ɐ fˈeɪɾəl ˈɑːɹmd fˈɔːɹs: nˈoʊ sˈuːnɚ bɹˈɔːt wɪðˌɪn ðə wˈɔːlz, bˌʌt ˈɪliəmz lˈɔst, ænd pɹˈiəm fˈɔːlz.