text_original: "Past two o'clock and Cornwallis is taken." I can see the quick lights flare, See the glad, wild face at the window, Half dumb in a breathless stare. In the pause of an hour portentous, In the gloom of a hope forlorn, How it throbbed to the star deep heavens, Like the cry for a nation born!
text_transcription: PAST TWO O'CLOCK AND CORNWALLIS IS TAKEN I CAN SEE THE QUICK LIGHTS FLARE SEE THE GLAD WILD FACE AT THE WINDOW HALF DUMB IN A BREATHLESS STARE IN THE PAUSE OF AN HOUR PORTENTOUS IN THE GLOOM OF A HOPE FORLORN HOW IT THROBBED TO THE STAR DEEP HEAVENS LIKE THE CRY FOR A NATION BORN
phonemes: "pˈæst tˈuː əklˈɑːk ænd kˈɔːɹnwɔliz ɪz tˈeɪkən." aɪ kæn sˈiː ðə kwˈɪk lˈaɪts flˈɛɹ, sˈiː ðə ɡlˈæd, wˈaɪld fˈeɪs æt ðə wˈɪndoʊ, hˈæf dˈʌm ɪn ɐ bɹˈɛθləs stˈɛɹ. ɪnðə pˈɔːz əvən ˈaʊɚ pɔːɹtˈɛntəs, ɪnðə ɡlˈuːm əvə hˈoʊp fˈɔːɹlɔːɹn, hˌaʊ ɪt θɹˈɑːbd tə ðə stˈɑːɹ dˈiːp hˈɛvənz, lˈaɪk ðə kɹˈaɪ fɚɹə nˈeɪʃən bˈɔːɹn!