text_original: 39 THE ROSE AND THE LION. ' Oh ! you have been nurtured in soft smooth ways Where the rough wind never blows, And the air is hushed through the golden days, And sweet with the scent of the rose. " And I am rude, as the wave is rude. When the storms on the great sea beat. But mine is the will, and the conquering mood, That can place the world at your feet."
text_transcription: THE ROSE AND THE LION OH YOU HAVE BEEN NURTURED IN SOFT SMOOTH WAYS WHERE THE ROUGH WIND NEVER BLOWS AND THE AIR IS HUSHED THROUGH THE GOLDEN DAYS AND SWEET WITH THE SCENT OF THE ROSE AND I AM RUDE AS THE WAVE IS RUDE WHEN THE STORMS ON THE GREAT SEA BEAT BUT MINE IS THE WILL AND THE CONQUERING MOOD THAT CAN PLACE THE WORLD AT YOUR FEET
phonemes: θˈɜːɾi nˈaɪn ðə ɹˈoʊz ænd ðə lˈaɪən. ˈoʊ ! juː hɐvbɪn nˈɜːtʃɚd ɪn sˈɔft smˈuːð wˈeɪz wˌɛɹ ðə ɹˈʌf wˈɪnd nˈɛvɚ blˈoʊz, ænd ðɪ ˈɛɹ ɪz hˈʌʃt θɹuː ðə ɡˈoʊldən dˈeɪz, ænd swˈiːt wɪððə sˈɛnt ʌvðə ɹˈoʊz. " ænd aɪɐm ɹˈuːd, æz ðə wˈeɪv ɪz ɹˈuːd. wˌɛn ðə stˈɔːɹmz ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt sˈiː bˈiːt. bˌʌt mˈaɪn ɪz ðə wˈɪl, ænd ðə kˈɑːŋkɚɹɪŋ mˈuːd, ðæt kæn plˈeɪs ðə wˈɜːld æt jʊɹ fˈiːt."