text_original: Cased in a cold endurance, nor pleasure nor pain to feel; Cold as I am in my manner, yet over these cheeks so seared Teardrops have fallen in torrents, thrice since my chin grew beard.
text_transcription: CASED IN A COLD ENDURANCE NOR PLEASURE NOR PAIN TO FEEL COLD AS I AM IN MY MANNER YET OVER THESE CHEEKS SO SEARED TEAR DROPS HAVE FALLEN IN TORRENTS THRICE SINCE MY CHIN GREW BEARD
phonemes: kˈeɪst ɪn ɐ kˈoʊld ɛndˈʊɹɹəns, nˈɔːɹ plˈɛʒɚ nˈɔːɹ pˈeɪn tə fˈiːl; kˈoʊld æz aɪɐm ɪn maɪ mˈænɚ, jˈɛt ˌoʊvɚ ðiːz tʃˈiːks sˌoʊ sˈɪɹd tˈɪɹdɹɑːps hæv fˈɔːlən ɪn tˈɔɹənts, θɹˈaɪs sˈɪns maɪ tʃˈɪn ɡɹˈuː bˈɪɹd.