text_original: Though the stroke I dealt he parried, onward carried, down I bore him   Horse and rider  down together went the twain: "Quarter!"  He! that scarf had doomed him! stood a son and brother o'er him; Down through plume and brass and leather went my sabre to the brain   Ha!
text_transcription: THOUGH THE SMOKE I DEALT HE PARRIED ONWARD CARRIED DOWN I BORE HIM HORSE AND RIDER DOWN TOGETHER WENT THE TWAIN QUAR HE THAT SCARF HAD DOOMED HIM STOOD A SON AND BROTHER O'ER HIM DOWN THROUGH PLUME AND BRASS AND LEATHER WENT MY SABRE TO THE BRAIN HA
phonemes: ðˌoʊ ðə stɹˈoʊk aɪ dˈɛlt hiː pˈæɹid, ˈɑːnwɚd kˈæɹid, dˌaʊn aɪ bˈɔːɹ hˌɪm hˈɔːɹs ænd ɹˈaɪdɚ dˌaʊn təɡˌɛðɚ wɛnt ðə twˈeɪn: "kwˈɔːɹɾɚ!"  hiː! ðæt skˈɑːɹf hæd dˈuːmd hˌɪm! stˈʊd ɐ sˈʌn ænd bɹˈʌðɚɹ ˈɔːɹ hˌɪm; dˌaʊn θɹuː plˈuːm ænd bɹˈæs ænd lˈɛðɚ wɛnt maɪ sˈeɪbɚ tə ðə bɹˈeɪn hˈɑː!