text_original: Some angel, say, what were the nation's crimes, That sent these wild reformers to our times: Say what their senseless malice meant, To tear religion's lovely face: Strip her of every ornament and grace; In striving to wash off th'imaginary paint?
text_transcription: SOME ANGELS SAY WHAT WERE THE NATION'S CRIMES THAT SENT THESE WILD REFORMERS TO OUR TIMES SAY WHAT THEIR SENSELESS MALICE MEANT TO TEAR RELIGION'S LOVELY FACE STRIPPER OF EVERY ORNAMENT AND GRACE IN STRIVING TO WASH OFF IMAGINARY PAINT
phonemes: sˌʌm ˈeɪndʒəl, sˈeɪ, wˌʌt wɜː ðə nˈeɪʃənz kɹˈaɪmz, ðæt sˈɛnt ðiːz wˈaɪld ɹᵻfˈɔːɹmɚz tʊ ˌaʊɚ tˈaɪmz: sˈeɪ wʌt ðɛɹ sˈɛnsləs mˈælɪs mˈɛnt, tə tˈɛɹ ɹᵻlˈɪdʒənz lˈʌvli fˈeɪs: stɹˈɪp hɜːɹ ʌv ˈɛvɹi ˈɔːɹnəmənt ænd ɡɹˈeɪs; ɪn stɹˈaɪvɪŋ tə wˈɑːʃ ˈɔf tˌiːˈeɪtʃˈɪmɐdʒˌɪnɛɹi pˈeɪnt?