text_original: But that memory had no power there in that hour there to depress me   No! it stirred within my spirit fiercer ire; And I gripped my sword hilt firmer, and my arm and heart grew stronger; And I longed to meet the wronger on the sea of steel and fire.
text_transcription: BUT THAT MEMORY HAD NO POWER THERE IN THAT HOUR THERE TO DEPRESS ME NO IT STIRRED WITHIN MY SPIRIT FIERCER IRE AND I GRIPPED MY SWORD HILT FIRMER AND MY ARM AND HEART GREW STRONGER AND I LONGED TO MEET THE WRONGER ON THE SEA OF STEEL AND FIRE
phonemes: bˌʌt ðæt mˈɛmɚɹi hæd nˈoʊ pˈaʊɚ ðɛɹ ɪn ðæt ˈaʊɚ ðɛɹ tə dᵻpɹˈɛs mˌiː nˈoʊ! ɪt stˈɜːd wɪðˌɪn maɪ spˈɪɹɪt fˈɪɹsɚɹ ˈaɪɚ; ænd aɪ ɡɹˈɪpt maɪ sˈɔːɹd hˈɪlt fˈɜːmɚ, ænd maɪ ˈɑːɹm ænd hˈɑːɹt ɡɹˈuː stɹˈɔŋɡɚ; ænd aɪ lˈɔŋd tə mˈiːt ðə ɹˈɔŋɡɚɹ ɔnðə sˈiː ʌv stˈiːl ænd fˈaɪɚ.