text_original: What pleasing Raptures fill'd my Ravisht Sense? How strong, how Sweet, Fame, was thy Influence? And thine, False Hope, that to my flatter'd sight Didst Glories represent so Near, and Bright?
text_transcription: WHAT PLEASING RAPTURES FILLED MY RAVISH'D SENSE HOW STRONG HOW SWEET FAME WAS THY INFLUENCE AND THINE FALSE HOPE THAT TO MY FLATTER'D SIGHT DIDST GLORIES REPRESENT SO NEAR AND BRIGHT
phonemes: wˌʌt plˈiːzɪŋ ɹˈæptʃɚz fˈɪld maɪ ɹˈævɪʃt sˈɛns? hˌaʊ stɹˈɔŋ, hˌaʊ swˈiːt, fˈeɪm, wʌz ðˌaɪ ˈɪnfluːəns? ænd ðˈaɪn, fˈɔls hˈoʊp, ðæt tə maɪ flˈæɾɚd sˈaɪt dˈɪdst ɡlˈɔːɹiz ɹˌɛpɹᵻzˈɛnt sˌoʊ nˈɪɹ, ænd bɹˈaɪt?