text_original: ^' In the pampered town for this weary while We Ve reeked and sweltered in dust and din, Where the mincing women are dolls who smile, With never a soul that feels within ; " And the trade of the men is the trade of words, To trick each other and trip if they can ; While their beards grow grey, and their life ebbs away, Ere ever they come to the strength of a man.
text_transcription: IN THE PAMPERED TOWN FOR THIS WEARY WHILE WE'VE REEKED AND SWELTERED IN DUST AND DIN WHERE THE MINCING WOMEN ARE DOLLS WHO SMILE WITH NEVER A SOUL THAT FEELS WITHIN AND THE TRADE OF THE MEN IS THE TRADE OF WORDS TO TRICK EACH OTHER AND TRIP IF THEY CAN WHILE THEIR BEARDS GROW GREY AND THEIR LIFE EBBS AWAY ERE EVER THEY COME TO THE STRENGTH OF A MAN
phonemes: ɪnðə pˈæmpɚd tˈaʊn fɔːɹ ðɪs wˈɪɹi wˌaɪl wiː vˈiː ɹˈiːkt ænd swˈɛltɚd ɪn dˈʌst ænd dˈɪn, wˌɛɹ ðə mˈɪnsɪŋ wˈɪmɪn ɑːɹ dˈɑːlz hˌuː smˈaɪl, wɪð nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ sˈoʊl ðæt fˈiːlz wɪðˈɪn ; " ænd ðə tɹˈeɪd ʌvðə mˈɛn ɪz ðə tɹˈeɪd ʌv wˈɜːdz, tə tɹˈɪk ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ ænd tɹˈɪp ɪf ðeɪ kˈæn ; wˌaɪl ðɛɹ bˈɪɹdz ɡɹˈoʊ ɡɹˈeɪ, ænd ðɛɹ lˈaɪf ˈɛbz ɐwˈeɪ, ˈɛɹ ˈɛvɚ ðeɪ kˈʌm tə ðə stɹˈɛŋθ əvə mˈæn.