text_original: But had the nymph possessed with these Thy softer, chaster, power to please; Thy beauteous air of sprightly youth, Thy native smiles of artless truth; The worm of grief had never preyed On the forsaken love sick maid: Nor had she mourn'd a hapless flame, Nor dash'd on rocks her tender frame.
text_transcription: BUT HAD THE NYMPH POSSESSED WITH THESE THY SOFTER CHASTER POWER TO PLEASE THY BEAUTEOUS AIR OF SPRIGHTLY YOUTH THY NATIVE SMILES OF ARTLESS TRUTH THE WORM OF GRIEF HAD NEVER PREYED ON THE FORSAKEN LOVE SICK MAID NOR HAD SHE MOURNED A HAPLESS FLAME NOR DASHED ON ROCKS HER TENDER FRAME
phonemes: bˌʌt hæd ðə nˈɪmf pəzˈɛst wɪð ðiːz ðˌaɪ sˈɔftɚ, tʃˈeɪstɚ, pˈaʊɚ tə plˈiːz; ðˌaɪ bjˈuːɾiəs ˈɛɹ ʌv spɹˈaɪtli jˈuːθ, ðˌaɪ nˈeɪɾɪv smˈaɪlz ʌv ˈɑːɹtləs tɹˈuːθ; ðə wˈɜːm ʌv ɡɹˈiːf hæd nˈɛvɚ pɹˈeɪd ɔnðə fɔːɹsˈeɪkən lˈʌv sˈɪk mˈeɪd: nˈɔːɹ hæd ʃiː mˈɔːɹnd ɐ hˈæpləs flˈeɪm, nˈɔːɹ dˈæʃd ˌɔn ɹˈɑːks hɜː tˈɛndɚ fɹˈeɪm.