text_original: poor Phillis! The burden of old age was heavy on thee, And yet thou shouldst have lived! What though thine eye Was dim, and watched no more with eager joy The wonted call that on thy dull sense sunk With fruitless repetition, the warm sun Might still have cheered thy slumber; thou didst love To lick the hand that fed thee, and though past Youth's active season, even life itself Was comfort.
text_transcription: POOR PHYLLIS THE BURDEN OF OLD AGE WAS HEAVY ON THEE AND YET THOU SHOULDST HAVE LIVED WHAT THOUGH THINE EYE WAS DIM AND WATCH'D NO MORE WITH EAGER JOY THE WONTED CALL THAT ON THY DULL SENSE SUNK WITH FRUITLESS REPETITION THE WARM SUN MIGHT STILL HAVE CHEERED THY SLUMBER THOU DIDST LOVE TO LICK THE HAND THAT FED THEE AND THOUGH PAST YOUTH'S ACTIVE SEASON EVEN LIFE ITSELF WAS COMFORT
phonemes: pˈʊɹ fˈɪliz! ðə bˈɜːdən ʌv ˈoʊld ˈeɪdʒ wʌz hˈɛvi ˌɔn ðˈiː, ænd jˈɛt ðˈaʊ ʃˈʊdst hæv lˈɪvd! wˌʌt ðˌoʊ ðaɪn ˈaɪ wʌz dˈɪm, ænd wˈɑːtʃt nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ wɪð ˈiːɡɚ dʒˈɔɪ ðə wˈɔntᵻd kˈɔːl ðæt ˌɔn ðˌaɪ dˈʌl sˈɛns sˈʌŋk wɪð fɹˈuːtləs ɹˌɛpətˈɪʃən, ðə wˈɔːɹm sˈʌn mˌaɪt stˈɪl hæv tʃˈɪɹd ðˌaɪ slˈʌmbɚ; ðˈaʊ dˈɪdst lˈʌv tə lˈɪk ðə hˈænd ðæt fˈɛd ðˈiː, ænd ðˌoʊ pˈæst jˈuːθz ˈæktɪv sˈiːzən, ˈiːvən lˈaɪf ɪtsˈɛlf wʌz kˈʌmfɚt.