text_original: Cadenus many things had writ: Vanessa much esteem'd his wit, And call'd for his poetic works: Meantime the boy in secret lurks; And, while the book was in her hand, The urchin from his private stand Took aim, and shot with all his strength A dart of such prodigious length, It pierced the feeble volume through, And deep transfix'd her bosom too.
text_transcription: CADANUS MANY THINGS HAD WRIT VENESS MUCH ESTEEMED HIS WIT AND CALLED FOR HIS POETIC WORKS MEANTIME THE BOY IN SECRET LURKS AND WHILE THE BOOK WAS IN HER HAND THE URCHIN FROM HIS PRIVATE STAND TOOK AIM AND SHOT WITH ALL HIS STRENGTH A DART OF SUCH PRODIGIOUS LENGTH IT PIERCED THE FEEBLE VOLUME THROUGH AND DEEP TRANSFIXED HER BOSOM TOO
phonemes: kˈædɛnəs mˈɛni θˈɪŋz hæd ɹˈɪt: vɐnˈɛsə mˈʌtʃ ɛstˈiːmd hɪz wˈɪt, ænd kˈɔːld fɔːɹ hɪz poʊˈɛɾɪk wˈɜːks: mˈiːntaɪm ðə bˈɔɪ ɪn sˈiːkɹᵻt lˈɜːks; ænd, wˌaɪl ðə bˈʊk wʌz ɪn hɜː hˈænd, ðɪ ˈɜːtʃɪn fɹʌm hɪz pɹˈaɪvət stˈænd tˈʊk ˈeɪm, ænd ʃˈɑːt wɪð ˈɔːl hɪz stɹˈɛŋθ ɐ dˈɑːɹt ʌv sˈʌtʃ pɹədˈɪdʒəs lˈɛŋθ, ɪt pˈɪɹst ðə fˈiːbəl vˈɑːljuːm θɹˈuː, ænd dˈiːp tɹænsfˈɪksd hɜː bˈʊzəm tˈuː.