text_original: No gay parterre, with costly green, Within the ambient hedge be seen: Let Nature freely take her course, Nor fear from me ungrateful force; No shears shall check her sprouting vigour, Nor shape the yews to antic figure: A limpid brook shall trout supply, In May, to take the mimic fly; Round a small orchard may it run, Whose apples redden to the sun.
text_transcription: NO GAY PARTERRE WITH COSTLY GREEN WITHIN THE AMBIENT HEDGE BE SEEN LET NATURE FREELY TAKE HER COURSE NOR FEAR FROM ME UNGRATEFUL FORCE NO SHEARS SHALL CHECK HER SPROUTING VIGOUR NOR SHAPE THE EWES TO ANTIC FIGURE A LIMPID BROOK SHALL TROUT SUPPLY IN MAY TO TAKE THE MIMIC FLY ROUND A SMALL ORCHARD MAY IT RUN WHOSE APPLES REDDEN TO THE SUN
phonemes: nˈoʊ ɡˈeɪ pˈɑːɹɾɛɹə, wɪð kˈɔstli ɡɹˈiːn, wɪðˌɪn ðɪ ˈæmbiənt hˈɛdʒ biː sˈiːn: lˈɛt nˈeɪtʃɚ fɹˈiːli tˈeɪk hɜː kˈɔːɹs, nˈɔːɹ fˈɪɹ fɹʌm mˌiː ʌŋɡɹˈeɪtfəl fˈɔːɹs; nˈoʊ ʃˈɪɹz ʃˌæl tʃˈɛk hɜː spɹˈaʊɾɪŋ vˈɪɡɚ, nˈɔːɹ ʃˈeɪp ðə jˈuːz tʊ ˈæntɪk fˈɪɡjɚ: ɐ lˈɪmpɪd bɹˈʊk ʃˌæl tɹˈaʊt səplˈaɪ, ɪn mˈeɪ, tə tˈeɪk ðə mˈɪmɪk flˈaɪ; ɹˈaʊnd ɐ smˈɔːl ˈɔːɹtʃɚd mˈeɪ ɪt ɹˈʌn, hˌuːz ˈæpəlz ɹˈɛdən tə ðə sˈʌn.