text_original: But fear she scorn'd, nor the like fate did dread, Her Host she often to the field had lead, As oft in Triumph had return'd again, Glory she only sought for all her pain.
text_transcription: BUT FEAR SHE SCORN'D NOR THEE LIKE FATE DID DREAD HER HOST SHE OFTEN TO THE FIELD HAD LED AS OFT IN TRIUMPH HAD RETURN'D AGAIN GLORY SHE ONLY SOUGHT FOR ALL HER PAIN
phonemes: bˌʌt fˈɪɹ ʃiː skˈɔːɹnd, nˈɔːɹ ðə lˈaɪk fˈeɪt dˈɪd dɹˈɛd, hɜː hˈoʊst ʃiː ˈɔfən tə ðə fˈiːld hæd lˈiːd, æz ˈɔft ɪn tɹˈaɪʌmf hæd ɹᵻtˈɜːnd ɐɡˈɛn, ɡlˈɔːɹi ʃiː ˈoʊnli sˈɔːt fɔːɹ ˈɔːl hɜː pˈeɪn.