text_original: All your former acts recounted This day's merit shall enhance. Now half choked with dust and powder, Fiercely throbs each bursting vein: Hark! the din of arms grows louder, Ah! what heaps of heroes slain!
text_transcription: ALL YOUR FORMER ACTS RECOUNTED THIS DAY'S MERIT SHALL ENHANCE NOW HALF CHOK'D WITH DUST AND POWDER FIERCELY THROBS EACH BURSTING VEIN HARK THE DIN OF ARMS GROWS LOUDER AH WHAT HEAPS OF HEROES SLAIN
phonemes: ˈɔːl jʊɹ fˈɔːɹmɚɹ ˈækts ɹᵻkˈaʊntᵻd ðɪs dˈeɪz mˈɛɹɪt ʃˌæl ɛnhˈæns. nˈaʊ hˈæf tʃˈoʊkt wɪð dˈʌst ænd pˈaʊdɚ, fˈɪɹsli θɹˈɑːbz ˈiːtʃ bˈɜːstɪŋ vˈeɪn: hˈɑːɹk! ðə dˈɪn ʌv ˈɑːɹmz ɡɹˈoʊz lˈaʊdɚ, ˈɑː! wˌʌt hˈiːps ʌv hˈiəɹoʊz slˈeɪn!