text_original: Heroes are born in such a chosen hour; From common men they rise, and tower, Like thee, brave Herkimer! Who wounded, steedless, still beside the beech Cheered on thy men, with sword and speech, In grim Oriskany.
text_transcription: HEROES ARE BORN IN SUCH A CHOSEN HOUR FROM COMMON MEN THEY RISE AND TOWER LIKE THESE BRAVE HERKIMER WHO WOUNDED STEEDLESS STILL BESIDE THE BEACH CHEERED ON THY MEN WITH SWORD AND SPEECH IN GRIM ORISCONY
phonemes: hˈiəɹoʊz ɑːɹ bˈɔːɹn ɪn sˈʌtʃ ɐ tʃˈoʊzən ˈaʊɚ; fɹʌm kˈɑːmən mˈɛn ðeɪ ɹˈaɪz, ænd tˈaʊɚ, lˈaɪk ðˈiː, bɹˈeɪv hˈɜːkɪmɚ! hˌuː wˈuːndᵻd, stˈiːdləs, stˈɪl bᵻsˌaɪd ðə bˈiːtʃ tʃˈɪɹd ˌɔn ðˌaɪ mˈɛn, wɪð sˈɔːɹd ænd spˈiːtʃ, ɪn ɡɹˈɪm ˈɔːɹɪskəni.