text_original: VI Only the laurel got by peace No thunder e'er can blast: Th'artillery of the skies Shoots to the earth and dies: And ever green and flourishing 'twill last, Nor dipt in blood, nor widows' tears, nor orphans' cries.
text_transcription: ONLY THE LAUREL GOT BY PEACE NO THUNDER AIR CAN BLAST THE ARTILLERY OF THE SKIES SHOOTS TO THE EARTH AND DIES AND EVER GREEN AND FLOURISHING TWAST NOR DIPT IN BLOOD NOR WIDOW'S TEARS NOR ORPHAN'S CRIES
phonemes: vˌiːˈaɪ ˈoʊnli ðə lˈɔːɹəl ɡɑːt baɪ pˈiːs nˈoʊ θˈʌndɚɹ ˈɛɹ kæn blˈæst: tˌiːˈeɪtʃˈɑːɹɾɪlɚɹi ʌvðə skˈaɪz ʃˈuːts tə ðɪ ˈɜːθ ænd dˈaɪz: ænd ˈɛvɚ ɡɹˈiːn ænd flˈɜːɹɪʃɪŋ twˈɪl lˈæst, nˈɔːɹ dˈɪpt ɪn blˈʌd, nˈɔːɹ wˈɪdoʊz tˈɪɹz, nˈɔːɹ ˈɔːɹfənz kɹˈaɪz.