text_original: AUGUSTINE AT PAVIA BENEATH the low barbaric Lombard apse It rises like a ridge of Alpine snow, And wry wheeled ages with uneasy lapse Creak past its majesty, and go.
text_transcription: T ORK BY SAN DRACHMIDT BENEATH THE LOW BARBARIC LOMBARD ABS IT RISES LIKE A RIDGE OF ALPINE SNOW AND RYE WHEELED AGES WITH UNEASY LAPSE CREAK PAST ITS MAJESTY AND GO
phonemes: ˈɔːɡəstˌiːn æt pˈæviə bᵻnˌiːθ ðə lˈoʊ bɑːɹbˈæɹɪk lˈɑːmbɑːɹd ˈæps ɪt ɹˈaɪzᵻz lˈaɪk ɐ ɹˈɪdʒ ʌv ˈælpaɪn snˈoʊ, ænd ɹˈaɪ wˈiːld ˈeɪdʒᵻz wɪð ʌnˈiːzi lˈæps kɹˈiːk pˈæst ɪts mˈædʒᵻsti, ænd ɡˈoʊ.