text_original: They pressed on me, like hunted thing. That 's caught in mesh and line ; 'T was they, not I, who spoke the lie. And still the heart is thine.
text_transcription: THEY PRESSED ON ME LIKE HUNTED THING THAT'S CAUGHT IN MESH AND LINE TWAS THEY NOT I WHO SPOKE THE LIE AND STILL THE HEART IS THINE
phonemes: ðeɪ pɹˈɛst ˈɔn mˌiː, lˈaɪk hˈʌntᵻd θˈɪŋ. ðæt ˈɛs kˈɔːt ɪn mˈɛʃ ænd lˈaɪn ; tˈiː wʌz ðeɪ, nˌɑːt ˈaɪ, hˌuː spˈoʊk ðə lˈaɪ. ænd stˈɪl ðə hˈɑːɹt ɪz ðˈaɪn.