text_original: I owned that while I was at college I wrote some detached pieces, at the desire of a friend who was in love; and at her request repeated the following verses, which indeed my love for Narcissa had inspired:— On Celia, Playing on the harpsichord and singing. When Sappho struck the quivering wire, The throbbing breast was all on fire: And when she raised the vocal lay, The captive soul was charm'd away.
text_transcription: I OWNED THAT WHILE I WAS AT COLLEGE I WROTE SOME DETACHED PIECES AT THE DESIRE OF A FRIEND WHO WAS IN LOVE AND AT HER REQUEST REPEATED THE FOLLOWING VERSES WHICH INDEED MY LOVE FOR NARCISSA HAD INSPIRED ON CELIA PLAYING ON THE HARPSICHORD AND SINGING WHEN SAPPHO STRUCK THE QUIVERING WIRE THE THROBBING BREAST WAS ALL ON FIRE AND WHEN SHE RAISED THE VOCAL LAY THE CAPTIVE'S SOUL WAS CHARMED AWAY
phonemes: aɪ ˈoʊnd ðæt wˌaɪl aɪ wʌz æt kˈɑːlɪdʒ aɪ ɹˈoʊt sˌʌm dɪtˈætʃt pˈiːsᵻz, æt ðə dɪzˈaɪɚɹ əvə fɹˈɛnd hˌuː wʌz ɪn lˈʌv; ænd æt hɜː ɹᵻkwˈɛst ɹᵻpˈiːɾᵻd ðə fˈɑːloʊɪŋ vˈɜːsᵻz, wˌɪtʃ ˌɪndˈiːd maɪ lˈʌv fɔːɹ nɑːɹsˈɪsə hæd ɪnspˈaɪɚd:— ˌɔn sˈɛliə, plˈeɪɪŋ ɔnðə hˈɑːɹpsɪkˌɔːɹd ænd sˈɪŋɪŋ. wˌɛn sˈæfoʊ stɹˈʌk ðə kwˈɪvɚɹɪŋ wˈaɪɚ, ðə θɹˈɑːbɪŋ bɹˈɛst wʌz ˈɔːl ˌɔn fˈaɪɚ: ænd wɛn ʃiː ɹˈeɪzd ðə vˈoʊkəl lˈeɪ, ðə kˈæptɪv sˈoʊl wʌz tʃˈɑːɹmd ɐwˈeɪ.