text_original: Or death itself, may be ; You '11 look him in the face with eyes That flinch not his to meet, Until the bitterest shaft, that flies. Falls harmless at your feet.
text_transcription: OR DEATH ITSELF MAY BE YOU'LL LOOK HIM IN THE FACE WITH EYES THAT FLINCH NOT HIS TO MEET UNTIL THE BITTEREST SHAFT THAT FLIES FALLS HARMLESS AT YOUR FEET
phonemes: ɔːɹ dˈɛθ ɪtsˈɛlf, mˈeɪ bˈiː ; juː ɪlˈɛvən lˈʊk hˌɪm ɪnðə fˈeɪs wɪð ˈaɪz ðæt flˈɪntʃ nˌɑːt hɪz tə mˈiːt, ʌntˈɪl ðə bˈɪɾɚɹɪst ʃˈæft, ðæt flˈaɪz. fˈɔːlz hˈɑːɹmləs æt jʊɹ fˈiːt.