text_original: Ever she avoided the throng of the blessed gods and lived in a shadowy cave, and there the Son of Cronos used to lie with the rich tressed nymph at dead of night, while white armed Hera lay bound in sweet sleep: and neither deathless god nor mortal man knew it.
text_transcription: EVER SHE AVOIDED THE THRONG OF THE BLESSED GODS AND LIVED IN A SHADOWY CAVE AND THERE THE SON OF CRONOS USED TO LIE WITH THE RICH TRESCED NYMPH AT DEAD OF NIGHT WHILE WHITE ARMED HERA LAY BOUND IN SWEET SLEEP AND NEITHER DEATHLESS GOD NOR MORTAL MAN KNEW IT
phonemes: ˈɛvɚ ʃiː ɐvˈɔɪdᵻd ðə θɹˈɔŋ ʌvðə blˈɛst ɡˈɑːdz ænd lˈɪvd ɪn ɐ ʃˈædoʊi kˈeɪv, ænd ðɛɹ ðə sˈʌn ʌv kɹˈoʊnoʊz jˈuːzd tə lˈaɪ wɪððə ɹˈɪtʃ tɹˈɛst nˈɪmf æt dˈɛd ʌv nˈaɪt, wˌaɪl wˈaɪt ˈɑːɹmd hˈiəɹə lˈeɪ bˈaʊnd ɪn swˈiːt slˈiːp: ænd nˈiːðɚ dˈɛθləs ɡˈɑːd nˈɔːɹ mˈɔːɹɾəl mˈæn nˈuː ɪt.