text_original: 169 AT THE BALL. Oh ! beautiful so — as I saw her then, And beautiful so, as I see her still, While the stars, that hold the scales for men, Were weighing for us the good and the ill. And I touched her hand — but down the stair Came the sweet dream notes, and broke the charm, And I only said, though she looked so fair : " Will you dance once more ; will you take my — arm
text_transcription: AT THE BALL O BEAUTIFUL SO AS I SAW HER THEN AND BEAUTIFUL SO AS I SEE HER STILL WHILE THE STARS THAT HOLD THE SCALES FOR MEN WERE WEIGHING FOR US THE GOOD AND THE ILL AND I TOUCHED HER HAND BUT DOWN THE STAIR CAME THE SWEET DREAM NOTES AND SPOILT THE CHARM AND I ONLY SAID THOUGH SHE LOOKED SO FAIR WILL YOU DANCE ONCE MORE WILL YOU TAKE MY ARM
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti nˈaɪn æt ðə bˈɔːl. ˈoʊ ! bjˈuːɾifəl sˈoʊ — æz aɪ sˈɔː hɜː ðˈɛn, ænd bjˈuːɾifəl sˈoʊ, æz aɪ sˈiː hɜː stˈɪl, wˌaɪl ðə stˈɑːɹz, ðæt hˈoʊld ðə skˈeɪlz fɔːɹ mˈɛn, wɜː wˈeɪɪŋ fɔːɹ ˌʌs ðə ɡˈʊd ænd ðɪ ˈɪl. ænd aɪ tˈʌtʃt hɜː hˈænd — bˌʌt dˌaʊn ðə stˈɛɹ kˈeɪm ðə swˈiːt dɹˈiːm nˈoʊts, ænd bɹˈoʊk ðə tʃˈɑːɹm, ænd aɪ ˈoʊnli sˈɛd, ðˌoʊ ʃiː lˈʊkt sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ : " wɪl juː dˈæns wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ ; wɪl juː tˈeɪk mˈaɪ — ˈɑːɹm