text_original: The Randolph soon on Stygian streams Shall coast along the land of dreams, The islands of the dead! But fate, that parts them on the deep, Shall save the Briton, still to weep His ancient honors fled.
text_transcription: THE RANDOLPH SOON ON STYGON STREAM SHALL COAST ALONG THE LAND OF DREAMS THE ISLANDS OF THE DEAD BUT FATE THAT PARTS THEM ON THE DEEP SHALL SAVE THE BRITON STILL TO WEEP HIS ANCIENT HONORS FLED
phonemes: ðə ɹˈændɑːlf sˈuːn ˌɔn stˈɪdʒiən stɹˈiːmz ʃˌæl kˈoʊst ɐlˈɔŋ ðə lˈænd ʌv dɹˈiːmz, ðɪ ˈaɪləndz ʌvðə dˈɛd! bˌʌt fˈeɪt, ðæt pˈɑːɹts ðˌɛm ɔnðə dˈiːp, ʃˌæl sˈeɪv ðə bɹˈɪtən, stˈɪl tə wˈiːp hɪz ˈeɪntʃənt ˈɑːnɚz flˈɛd.