text_original: So most of the Knights of the Round Table there present pulled, one after another, at the sword, but none could stir it from its sheath. "Alas! alas!" cried the damsel in great grief, "I thought to find in this Court Knights that were blameless and true of heart, and now I know not where to look for them."
text_transcription: SO MOST OF THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE THERE PRESENT STOOD ONE AFTER ANOTHER AT THE SWORD BUT NONE COULD STIR IT FROM ITS SHEATH ALAS ALAS CRIED THE DAMSEL IN GREAT GRIEF I THOUGHT TO FIND THIS COURT OF KNIGHTS WERE BLAMELESS AND TRUE TO THE HEART AND NOW I KNOW NOT WHERE TO LOOK FOR THEM
phonemes: sˌoʊ mˈoʊst əv ðə nˈaɪts ʌvðə ɹˈaʊnd tˈeɪbəl ðɛɹ pɹˈɛzənt pˈʊld, wˈʌn ˈæftɚɹ ɐnˈʌðɚ, æt ðə sˈɔːɹd, bˌʌt nˈʌn kʊd stˈɜːɹ ɪt fɹʌm ɪts ʃˈiːθ. "ɐlˈæs! ɐlˈæs!" kɹˈaɪd ðə dˈæmsəl ɪn ɡɹˈeɪt ɡɹˈiːf, "aɪ θˈɔːt tə fˈaɪnd ɪn ðɪs kˈɔːɹt nˈaɪts ðæt wɜː blˈeɪmləs ænd tɹˈuː ʌv hˈɑːɹt, ænd nˈaʊ aɪ nˈoʊ nˌɑːt wˌɛɹ tə lˈʊk fɔːɹ ðˌɛm."