text_original: CONGREVE WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER, 1693 Thrice, with a prophet's voice, and prophet's power, The Muse was called in a poetic hour, And insolently thrice the slighted maid Dared to suspend her unregarded aid; Then with that grief we form in spirits divine, Pleads for her own neglect, and thus reproaches mine. Once highly honoured!
text_transcription: CONGREAVE WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER SIXTEEN NINETY THREE THRICE WITH A PROPHET'S VOICE AND PROPHET'S POWER THE MUSE WAS CALLED IN A POETIC HOUR AND INSOLENTLY THRICE THE SLIGHTED MAID DARED TO SUSPEND HER UNREGARDED AID THEN WITH THAT GRIEF WE FORM IN SPIRITS DIVINE PLEADS FOR HER OWN NEGLECT AND THUS REPROACHES MINE ONCE HIGHLY HONOURED
phonemes: kˈɑːŋɡɹɛv ɹˈɪʔn̩ ɪn noʊvˈɛmbɚ, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɪkshˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti θɹˈiː θɹˈaɪs, wɪð ɐ pɹˈɑːfɪts vˈɔɪs, ænd pɹˈɑːfɪts pˈaʊɚ, ðə mjˈuːz wʌz kˈɔːld ɪn ɐ poʊˈɛɾɪk ˈaʊɚ, ænd ˈɪnsələntli θɹˈaɪs ðə slˈaɪɾᵻd mˈeɪd dˈɛɹd tə səspˈɛnd hɜːɹ ˌʌnɹᵻɡˈɑːɹdᵻd ˈeɪd; ðˈɛn wɪð ðæt ɡɹˈiːf wiː fˈɔːɹm ɪn spˈɪɹɪts dᵻvˈaɪn, plˈiːdz fɔːɹ hɜːɹ ˈoʊn nᵻɡlˈɛkt, ænd ðˈʌs ɹᵻpɹˈoʊtʃᵻz mˈaɪn. wˈʌns hˈaɪli ˈɑːnɚd!