text_original: Moody, fixed are all hearts: tranquil is no heart,—if it be not that of the white charger, who paws there, with arched neck, composedly champing his bit; as if no world, with its Dynasties and Eras, were now rushing down.
text_transcription: MOODY VEXED ARE ALL HEARTS TRANQUIL IS NO HEART IF IT BE NOT THAT OF THE WHITE CHARGER WHO PAUSED THERE WITH ARCHED NECK COMPOSEDLY CHAMPING HIS BIT AS IF NO WORLD WITH ITS DYNASTIES AND ARROWS WERE NOW RUSHING DOWN
phonemes: mˈuːdi, fˈɪkst ɑːɹ ˈɔːl hˈɑːɹts: tɹˈæŋkwɪl ɪz nˈoʊ hˈɑːɹt,—ɪf ɪt biː nˌɑːt ðæt ʌvðə wˈaɪt tʃˈɑːɹdʒɚ, hˌuː pˈɔːz ðˈɛɹ, wɪð ˈɑːɹtʃt nˈɛk, kəmpˈoʊzɪdli tʃˈæmpɪŋ hɪz bˈɪt; æz ɪf nˈoʊ wˈɜːld, wɪð ɪts dˈaɪnɐstiz ænd ˈiəɹəz, wɜː nˈaʊ ɹˈʌʃɪŋ dˈaʊn.