text_original: to be by mortals writ, Is but a crowd of atoms justling in a heap: Which, from eternal seeds begun, Justling some thousand years, till ripen'd by the sun: They're now, just now, as naturally born, As from the womb of earth a field of corn.
text_transcription: TO BE BY MORTALS WRIT IS BUT A CROWD OF ATOMS JOSTLING IN A HEAP WHICH FROM ETERNAL SEEDS BEGUN JOSTLING SOME THOUSAND YEARS TILL RIPENED BY THE SUN THERE NOW JUST NOW AS NATURALLY BORN AS FROM THE WOMB OF EARTH A FIELD OF CORN
phonemes: təbi baɪ mˈɔːɹɾəlz ɹˈɪt, ɪz bˌʌt ɐ kɹˈaʊd ʌv ˈæɾəmz dʒˈʌsəlɪŋ ɪn ɐ hˈiːp: wˈɪtʃ, fɹʌm ɪtˈɜːnəl sˈiːdz bɪɡˈʌn, dʒˈʌsəlɪŋ sˌʌm θˈaʊzənd jˈɪɹz, tˈɪl ɹˈaɪpənd baɪ ðə sˈʌn: ðeɪɚ nˈaʊ, dʒˈʌst nˈaʊ, æz nˈætʃɚɹəli bˈɔːɹn, æz fɹʌmðə wˈuːm ʌv ˈɜːθ ɐ fˈiːld ʌv kˈɔːɹn.