text_original: Through the pines and oaks resounding, madly bounding from the mountain, Leapt the rattle of the battle and the roar; Fierce the hand to hand engaging, and the human freshet raging Of the surging current urging past a dark and bloody shore.
text_transcription: THROUGH THE PINES AND OAKS RESOUNDING MADLY BOUNDING FROM THE MOUNTAIN LEAPT THE RATTLE OF THE BATTLE AND THE ROAR FIERCE THE HAND TO HAND ENGAGING AND THE HUMAN FRESHET RAGING OF THE SURGING CURRENT URGING PAST A DARK AND BLOODY SHORE
phonemes: θɹuː ðə pˈaɪnz ænd ˈoʊks ɹᵻzˈaʊndɪŋ, mˈædli bˈaʊndɪŋ fɹʌmðə mˈaʊntɪn, lˈɛpt ðə ɹˈæɾəl ʌvðə bˈæɾəl ænd ðə ɹˈɔːɹ; fˈɪɹs ðə hˈænd tə hˈænd ɛŋɡˈeɪdʒɪŋ, ænd ðə hjˈuːmən fɹˈɛʃɪt ɹˈeɪdʒɪŋ ʌvðə sˈɜːdʒɪŋ kˈɜːɹənt ˈɜːdʒɪŋ pˈæst ɐ dˈɑːɹk ænd blˈʌdi ʃˈɔːɹ.