text_original: Distress'd, forsaken, and alone, He haul'd his tatter'd standard down, And yielded to his gallant foe; Bold Pallas soon the Countess took,   Thus both their haughty colors struck, Confessing what the brave can do.
text_transcription: DISTRESSED FORSAKEN AND ALONE HE HAULED HIS TATTERED STANDARD DOWN AND YIELDED TO HIS GALLANT FOE BOLD PALACE SOON THE COUNTESS TOOK THUS BOTH THEIR HAUGHTY COLOURS STRUCK CONFESSING WHAT THE BRAVE CAN DO
phonemes: dɪstɹˈɛsd, fɔːɹsˈeɪkən, ænd ɐlˈoʊn, hiː hˈɔːld hɪz tˈæɾɚd stˈændɚd dˈaʊn, ænd jˈiːldᵻd tə hɪz ɡˈælənt fˈoʊ; bˈoʊld pˈæləs sˈuːn ðə kˈaʊntɛs tˈʊk,   ðˈʌs bˈoʊθ ðɛɹ hˈɔːɾi kˈʌlɚz stɹˈʌk, kənfˈɛsɪŋ wʌt ðə bɹˈeɪv kæn dˈuː.