text_original: TO DIONYSUS (ll. 1 16) I will tell of Dionysus, the son of glorious Semele, how he appeared on a jutting headland by the shore of the fruitless sea, seeming like a stripling in the first flush of manhood: his rich, dark hair was waving about him, and on his strong shoulders he wore a purple robe.
text_transcription: TO DIONYSUS I WILL TELL OF DIONYSUS A SON OF GLORIOUS SEMELE HOW HE APPEARED ON A JUTTING HEADLAND BY THE SHORE OF THE FRUITLESS SEA SEEMING LIKE A STRIPLING IN THE FIRST FLUSH OF MANHOOD HIS RICH DARK HAIR WAS WAVING ABOUT HIM AND ON HIS STRONG SHOULDERS HE WORE A PURPLE ROBE
phonemes: tuː dˈaɪənˌɪsəs (ˌɛlˈɛl. wˈʌn sˈɪkstiːn) aɪ wɪl tˈɛl ʌv dˈaɪənˌɪsəs, ðə sˈʌn ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹiəs sˈɛmɛl, hˌaʊ hiː ɐpˈɪɹd ˌɔn ɐ dʒˈʌɾɪŋ hˈɛdlənd baɪ ðə ʃˈɔːɹ ʌvðə fɹˈuːtləs sˈiː, sˈiːmɪŋ lˈaɪk ɐ stɹˈɪplɪŋ ɪnðə fˈɜːst flˈʌʃ ʌv mˈænhʊd: hɪz ɹˈɪtʃ, dˈɑːɹk hˈɛɹ wʌz wˈeɪvɪŋ ɐbˈaʊt hˌɪm, ænd ˌɔn hɪz stɹˈɔŋ ʃˈoʊldɚz hiː wˈɔːɹ ɐ pˈɜːpəl ɹˈoʊb.