text_original: can tranquil nature give _me_ rest, Or scenes of beauty, soothe me to repose? Can the soft lustre of the sleeping main, Yon radient heaven; or all creation's charms, 'Erase the written troubles of the brain,' Which Memory tortures, and which Guilt alarms? Or bid a bosom transient quiet prove, That bleeds with vain remorse, and unextinguish'd love!
text_transcription: CAN TRANQUIL NATURE GIVE ME REST OR SCENES OF BEAUTY SOOTHE ME TO REPOSE CAN THE SOFT LUSTRE OF THE SLEEPING MAIN YON RADIANT HEAVEN OR ALL CREATION'S CHARMS ERASE THE WRITTEN TROUBLES OF THE BRAIN WHICH MEMORY TORTURES AND WHICH GUILT ALARMS OR BID A BOSOM TRANSIENT QUIET PROVE THAT BLEEDS WITH VAIN REMORSE AND UNEXTINGUISHED LOVE
phonemes: kæn tɹˈæŋkwɪl nˈeɪtʃɚ ɡˈɪv mˌiː ɹˈɛst, ɔːɹ sˈiːnz ʌv bjˈuːɾi, sˈuːð mˌiː tə ɹᵻpˈoʊz? kæn ðə sˈɔft lˈʌstɚɹ ʌvðə slˈiːpɪŋ mˈeɪn, jˈɑːn ɹˈeɪdiənt hˈɛvən; ɔːɹ ˈɔːl kɹiːˈeɪʃənz tʃˈɑːɹmz, ᵻɹˈeɪs ðə ɹˈɪʔn̩ tɹˈʌbəlz ʌvðə bɹˈeɪn,wˌɪtʃ mˈɛmɚɹi tˈɔːɹtʃɚz, ænd wˌɪtʃ ɡˈɪlt ɐlˈɑːɹmz? ɔːɹ bˈɪd ɐ bˈʊzəm tɹˈænsiənt kwˈaɪət pɹˈuːv, ðæt blˈiːdz wɪð vˈeɪn ɹᵻmˈɔːɹs, ænd ˌʌnɛkstˈɪŋɡwɪʃd lˈʌv!