text_original: Rapes, robberies, treasons, yield my soul delight, And human carnage gratifies my sight: I drag the parent by the hoary hair, And toss the sprawling infant on the spear, While the fond mother's cries regale my ear.
text_transcription: RAPES ROBBERIES TREASONS YIELD MY SOLE DELIGHT AND HUMAN CARNAGE GRATIFIES MY SIGHT I DRAG THE PARENT BY THE HOARY HAIR AND TOSS THE SPRAWLING INFANT ON THE SPEAR WHILE THE FOND MOTHER'S CRIES REGALE MY EAR
phonemes: ɹˈeɪps, ɹˈɑːbɚɹiz, tɹˈiːzənz, jˈiːld maɪ sˈoʊl dᵻlˈaɪt, ænd hjˈuːmən kˈɑːɹnɪdʒ ɡɹˈæɾᵻfˌaɪz maɪ sˈaɪt: aɪ dɹˈæɡ ðə pˈɛɹənt baɪ ðə hˈɔːɹi hˈɛɹ, ænd tˈɔs ðə spɹˈɔːlɪŋ ˈɪnfənt ɔnðə spˈɪɹ, wˌaɪl ðə fˈɑːnd mˈʌðɚz kɹˈaɪz ɹᵻɡˈeɪl maɪ ˈɪɹ.