text_original: Then the lights grew faint and meagre, Though the hideous noise rolled on; And out of a bath of glory Uprose the noble sun. It brightened the tossing banner; It yellowed the leafy crest; It smote on the serried weapons, On helmet and scarlet breast.
text_transcription: THEN THE LIGHTS GREW FAINT AND MEAGER THOUGH THE HIDEOUS NOISE ROLLED ON AND OUT OF A BATH OF GLORY UPROSE THE NOBLE SUN IT BRIGHTENED THE TOSSING BANNER IT YELLOWED THE LEAFY CREST IT SMOTE ON THE SERRIED WEAPONS ON HELMET AND SCARLET BREAST
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðə lˈaɪts ɡɹˈuː fˈeɪnt ænd mˈiːɡɚ, ðˌoʊ ðə hˈɪdiəs nˈɔɪz ɹˈoʊld ˈɔn; ænd ˌaʊɾəv ɐ bˈæθ ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹi ˈʌpɹoʊz ðə nˈoʊbəl sˈʌn. ɪt bɹˈaɪʔn̩d ðə tˈɔsɪŋ bˈænɚ; ɪt jˈɛloʊd ðə lˈiːfi kɹˈɛst; ɪt smˈoʊt ɔnðə sˈɛɹid wˈɛpənz, ˌɔn hˈɛlmɪt ænd skˈɑːɹlɪt bɹˈɛst.