text_original: Beside him stood Fear and Flight, eager to plunge amidst the fighting men. (ll. 197 200) There, too, was the daughter of Zeus, Tritogeneia who drives the spoil 1803. She was like as if she would array a battle, with a spear in her hand, and a golden helmet, and the aegis about her shoulders. And she was going towards the awful strife. (ll. 201 206) And there was the holy company of the deathless gods: and in the midst the son of Zeus and Leto played sweetly on a golden lyre.
text_transcription: BESIDE HIM STOOD FEAR AND FLIGHT EAGER TO PLUNGE AMIDST THE FIGHTING MEN THERE TOO WAS THE DAUGHTER OF ZEUS TROTIGENIA WHO DRIVES THE SPOIL SHE WAS LIKE AS IF SHE WOULD ARRAY A BATTLE WITH A SPEAR IN HER HAND AND A GOLDEN HELMET AND THE AGES ABOUT HER SHOULDERS AND SHE WAS GOING TOWARDS THE AWFUL STRIFE AND THERE WAS THE HOLY COMPANY OF THE DEATHLESS GODS AND IN THE MIDST THE SON OF ZEUS AND LITO PLAYED SWEETLY ON A GOLDEN LYRE
phonemes: bᵻsˌaɪd hˌɪm stˈʊd fˈɪɹ ænd flˈaɪt, ˈiːɡɚ tə plˈʌndʒ ɐmˈɪdst ðə fˈaɪɾɪŋ mˈɛn. (ˌɛlˈɛl. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti sˈɛvən tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd) ðˈɛɹ, tˈuː, wʌzðə dˈɔːɾɚɹ ʌv zˈuːs, tɹˈaɪɾoʊdʒnˌeɪə hˌuː dɹˈaɪvz ðə spˈɔɪl wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd ˈeɪthˈʌndɹɪd θɹˈiː. ʃiː wʌz lˈaɪk æz ɪf ʃiː wʊd ɚɹˈeɪ ɐ bˈæɾəl, wɪð ɐ spˈɪɹ ɪn hɜː hˈænd, ænd ɐ ɡˈoʊldən hˈɛlmɪt, ænd ðɪ ˈiːdʒɪs ɐbˌaʊt hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚz. ænd ʃiː wʌz ɡˌoʊɪŋ təwˈɔːɹdz ðɪ ˈɔːfəl stɹˈaɪf. (ˌɛlˈɛl. tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd wˈʌn tˈuːhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪks) ænd ðɛɹwˌʌz ðə hˈoʊli kˈʌmpəni ʌvðə dˈɛθləs ɡˈɑːdz: ænd ɪnðə mˈɪdst ðə sˈʌn ʌv zˈuːs ænd lˈiːɾoʊ plˈeɪd swˈiːtli ˌɔn ɐ ɡˈoʊldən lˈaɪɚ.