text_original: _" Tumult, terror, and din! Flew a hand unto every side,   Swords?  Penelope, arms thrown wide Leapt that heap of steel before; Swords behind her upon the floor; Facing her countrymen staunch and bold, Who dared the river of death and cold, Who swept them down on a rollicking horde, And found they never a man with sword!
text_transcription: TUMULT TERROR AND DIN FLEW A HAND UNTO EVERY SIDE SWORDS PENELOPE ARMS SHOWN WIPT THAT HEAP OF STEEL BEFORE SWORDS BEHIND HER UPON THE FLOOR FACING HER COUNTRYMEN STAUNCH AND BOLD WHO DARED THE RIVER OF DEATH AND COLD WHO SWEPT THEM DOWN IN A ROLLICKING HORDE AND FOUND THEY NEVER A MAN WITH SWORD
phonemes: " tˈuːmʌlt, tˈɛɹɚ, ænd dˈɪn! flˈuː ɐ hˈænd ˌʌntʊ ˈɛvɹi sˈaɪd,   sˈɔːɹdz?  pənˈɛləpi, ˈɑːɹmz θɹˈoʊn wˈaɪd lˈɛpt ðæt hˈiːp ʌv stˈiːl bᵻfˈɔːɹ; sˈɔːɹdz bᵻhˌaɪnd hɜːɹ əpˌɑːn ðə flˈɔːɹ; fˈeɪsɪŋ hɜː kˈʌntɹɪmˌɛn stˈɔːntʃ ænd bˈoʊld, hˌuː dˈɛɹd ðə ɹˈɪvɚɹ ʌv dˈɛθ ænd kˈoʊld, hˌuː swˈɛpt ðˌɛm dˌaʊn ˌɔn ɐ ɹˈoʊlɪkɪŋ hˈɔːɹd, ænd fˈaʊnd ðeɪ nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ mˈæn wɪð sˈɔːɹd!