text_original: 1 68 But she shook them off and righted herself, In the teeth of the stress and the strain ; And we smiled, for we knew, if we steered her true. That the wind's wild rage was vain. 169 AT THE BALL. Oh ! beautiful so — as I saw her then, And beautiful so, as I see her still, While the stars, that hold the scales for men, Were weighing for us the good and the ill.
text_transcription: BUT SHE SHOOK THEM OFF AND RIGHTED HERSELF IN THE TEETH OF THE STRESS AND THE STRAIN AND WE SMILED FOR WE KNEW IF WE STEERED HER TRUE THAT THE WIND'S WILD RAGE WAS VAIN AT THE BALL O BEAUTIFUL SO AS I SAW HER THEN AND BEAUTIFUL SO AS I SEE HER STILL WHILE THE STARS THAT HOLD THE SCALES FOR MEN WERE WEIGHING FOR US THE GOOD AND THE ILL
phonemes: wˈʌn sˈɪksti ˈeɪt bˌʌt ʃiː ʃˈʊk ðˌɛm ˈɔf ænd ɹˈaɪɾᵻd hɜːsˈɛlf, ɪnðə tˈiːθ ʌvðə stɹˈɛs ænd ðə stɹˈeɪn ; ænd wiː smˈaɪld, fɔːɹ wiː nˈuː, ɪf wiː stˈɪɹd hɜː tɹˈuː. ðætðə wˈɪndz wˈaɪld ɹˈeɪdʒ wʌz vˈeɪn. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɪksti nˈaɪn æt ðə bˈɔːl. ˈoʊ ! bjˈuːɾifəl sˈoʊ — æz aɪ sˈɔː hɜː ðˈɛn, ænd bjˈuːɾifəl sˈoʊ, æz aɪ sˈiː hɜː stˈɪl, wˌaɪl ðə stˈɑːɹz, ðæt hˈoʊld ðə skˈeɪlz fɔːɹ mˈɛn, wɜː wˈeɪɪŋ fɔːɹ ˌʌs ðə ɡˈʊd ænd ðɪ ˈɪl.