text_original: From the grasp of the soldier The Jesuit broke, Half in scorn, half in sorrow, He smiled as he spoke: "No wolf, Lord of Estienne, Has ravaged thy hall, But thy red handed rival, With fire, steel, and ball!
text_transcription: FROM THE GRASP OF THE SOLDIER THE JESUIT BROKE HALF IN SCORN HALF IN SORROW HE SMILED AS HE SPOKE NO WHORAL FLORIDA OF HISTIN HAS RAVAGED THY HALL BUT THY RED HANDED RIVAL WAS STEEL WITH FIRE STEEL AND BALL
phonemes: fɹʌmðə ɡɹˈæsp ʌvðə sˈoʊldʒɚ ðə dʒˈɛzjuːɪt bɹˈoʊk, hˈæf ɪn skˈɔːɹn, hˈæf ɪn sˈɑːɹoʊ, hiː smˈaɪld æz hiː spˈoʊk: "nˈoʊ wˈʊlf, lˈɔːɹd ʌv ˈɛsʃən, hɐz ɹˈævɪdʒd ðˌaɪ hˈɔːl, bˌʌt ðˌaɪ ɹˈɛd hˈændᵻd ɹˈaɪvəl, wɪð fˈaɪɚ, stˈiːl, ænd bˈɔːl!