text_original: Go on, great man, to scourge the foe, And bid these haughty Britons know They to our _Thirteen Stars_ shall bend; Those _Stars_ that, veil'd in dark attire, Long glimmer'd with a feeble fire, But radiant now ascend.
text_transcription: GO ON GREAT MAN TO SCOURGE THY FOE AND BID THESE HAUGHTY BRITONS KNOW THEY TO OUR THIRTEEN STARS SHALL BEND THOSE STARS THAT VEIL'D IN DARK ATTIRE LONG GLIMMER'D WITH A FEEBLE FIRE BUT RADIANT NOW ASCEND
phonemes: ɡˌoʊ ˈɔn, ɡɹˈeɪt mˈæn, tə skˈɜːdʒ ðə fˈoʊ, ænd bˈɪd ðiːz hˈɔːɾi bɹˈɪtənz nˈoʊ ðeɪ tʊ ˌaʊɚ θˈɜːtiːn stˈɑːɹz ʃˌæl bˈɛnd; ðoʊz stˈɑːɹz ðˈæt, vˈeɪld ɪn dˈɑːɹk ɐtˈaɪɚ, lˈɔŋ ɡlˈɪmɚd wɪð ɐ fˈiːbəl fˈaɪɚ, bˌʌt ɹˈeɪdiənt nˈaʊ ɐsˈɛnd.