text_original: But Stark in his Hampshire valley Watched like a glowering bear, That hears the cry go sweeping by Yet stirs not from his lair; For on his daring spirit A wrath lay like a spell,   The wrath of one rewarded ill For a great work wrought right well.
text_transcription: BUT STARK IN HIS HAMPSHIRE VALLEY WATCHED LIKE A GLOWERING BEAR THAT HEARS THE CRY GO SWEEPING BY YET STIRS NOT FROM HIS LAIR FOR ON HIS DARING SPIRIT A WRAITH LAY LIKE A SPELL THE WRAITH OF ONE REWARDED ILL FOR A GREAT WORK WROUGHT RIGHT WELL
phonemes: bˌʌt stˈɑːɹk ɪn hɪz hˈæmpʃɚ vˈæli wˈɑːtʃt lˈaɪk ɐ ɡlˈaʊɚɹɪŋ bˈɛɹ, ðæt hˈɪɹz ðə kɹˈaɪ ɡˌoʊ swˈiːpɪŋ baɪ jˈɛt stˈɜːz nˌɑːt fɹʌm hɪz lˈɛɹ; fɔːɹ ˌɔn hɪz dˈɛɹɪŋ spˈɪɹɪt ɐ ɹˈæθ lˈeɪ lˈaɪk ɐ spˈɛl,   ðə ɹˈæθ ʌv wˈʌn ɹᵻwˈɔːɹdᵻd ˈɪl fɚɹə ɡɹˈeɪt wˈɜːk ɹˈɔːt ɹˈaɪt wˈɛl.