text_original: ON THE DEATH OF CAPTAIN NICHOLAS BIDDLE [March 7, 1778] What distant thunders rend the skies, What clouds of smoke in volumes rise, What means this dreadful roar!
text_transcription: ON THE DEATH OF CAPTAIN NICHOLAS BIDDLE MARCH SEVENTH SEVENTEEN SEVENTY EIGHT WHAT DISTANT THUNDERS RAN THE SKIES WHAT CLOUDS OF SMOKE IN VOLUMES RISE WHAT MEANS THIS DREADFUL ROAR
phonemes: ɔnðə dˈɛθ ʌv kˈæptɪn nˈɪkələs bˈɪdəl [mˈɑːɹtʃ sˈɛvən, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti ˈeɪt] wˌʌt dˈɪstənt θˈʌndɚz ɹˈɛnd ðə skˈaɪz, wˌʌt klˈaʊdz ʌv smˈoʊk ɪn vˈɑːljuːmz ɹˈaɪz, wˌʌt mˈiːnz ðɪs dɹˈɛdfəl ɹˈɔːɹ!