text_original: XXI. TO APOLLO (ll. 1 4) Phoebus, of you even the swan sings with clear voice to the beating of his wings, as he alights upon the bank by the eddying river Peneus; and of you the sweet tongued minstrel, holding his high pitched lyre, always sings both first and last. (l. 5) And so hail to you, lord! I seek your favour with my song.
text_transcription: TWO APOLLO PHOEBUS OF YOU EVEN THE SWAN SINGS WITH CLEAR VOICE TO THE BEATING OF HIS WINGS AS HE ALIGHTS UPON THE BANK BY THE EDDYING RIVER PENNIUS AND OF YOU THE SWEET TONGUED MINSTREL HOLDING HIS HIGH PITCHED LYRE ALWAYS SINGS BOTH FIRST AND LAST AND SO HAIL TO YOU LORD I SEEK YOUR FAVOUR WITH MY SONG
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛnti wˈʌn. tuː ɐpˈɑːloʊ (ˌɛlˈɛl. wˈʌn fˈɔːɹ) fˈoʊbəs, ʌv juː ˈiːvən ðə swˈɑːn sˈɪŋz wɪð klˈɪɹ vˈɔɪs tə ðə bˈiːɾɪŋ ʌv hɪz wˈɪŋz, æz hiː ɐlˈaɪts əpˌɑːn ðə bˈæŋk baɪ ðɪ ˈɛdɪɪŋ ɹˈɪvɚ pˈɛnɪəs; ænd ʌv juː ðə swˈiːt tˈʌŋd mˈɪnstɹəl, hˈoʊldɪŋ hɪz hˈaɪ pˈɪtʃt lˈaɪɚ, ˈɔːlweɪz sˈɪŋz bˈoʊθ fˈɜːst ænd lˈæst. (ˈɛl. fˈaɪv) ænd sˌoʊ hˈeɪl tə juː, lˈɔːɹd! aɪ sˈiːk jʊɹ fˈeɪvɚ wɪð maɪ sˈɔŋ.