text_original: Ah that some pitying _Muse_ would now inspire My frozen style with a Poetique fire, And Raptures worthy of his Matchless Fame, Whose Deeds I sing, whose never fading Name Long as the world shall fresh and deathless last, No less to future Ages, then the past.
text_transcription: AH THAT SOME PITYING MUSE WOULD NOW INSPIRE MY FROZEN STYLE WITH A POETIC FIRE AND RAPTURES WORTHY OF HIS MATCHLESS FAME WHOSE DEEDS I SING WHOSE NEVER FADING NAME LONG AS THE WORLD SHALL FRESH AND DEATHLESS LAST NO LESS TO FUTURE AGES THAN THE PAST
phonemes: ˈɑː ðæt sˌʌm pˈɪɾiɪŋ mjˈuːz wʊd nˈaʊ ɪnspˈaɪɚ maɪ fɹˈoʊzən stˈaɪl wɪð ɐ pˌoʊɪtˈiːk fˈaɪɚ, ænd ɹˈæptʃɚz wˈɜːði ʌv hɪz mˈætʃləs fˈeɪm, hˌuːz dˈiːdz aɪ sˈɪŋ, hˌuːz nˈɛvɚ fˈeɪdɪŋ nˈeɪm lˈɔŋ æz ðə wˈɜːld ʃˌæl fɹˈɛʃ ænd dˈɛθləs lˈæst, nˈoʊ lˈɛs tə fjˈuːtʃɚɹ ˈeɪdʒᵻz, ðˈɛn ðə pˈæst.