text_original: But callous, in thy deep repose Behold, in long array, the woes Of the dread future, calm and undismay'd, Till I may claim the hope  that shall not fade!
text_transcription: BUT CALLOUS IN THY DEEP REPOSE BEHOLD IN LONG ARRAY THE WOES OF THE DREAD FUTURE CALM AND UNDISMAYED TILL I MAY CLAIM THE HOPE THAT SHALL NOT FADE
phonemes: bˌʌt kˈæləs, ɪn ðˌaɪ dˈiːp ɹᵻpˈoʊz bᵻhˈoʊld, ɪn lˈɔŋ ɚɹˈeɪ, ðə wˈoʊz ʌvðə dɹˈɛd fjˈuːtʃɚ, kˈɑːm ænd ʌndɪsmˈeɪd, tˈɪl aɪ mˈeɪ klˈeɪm ðə hˈoʊp ðæt ʃˌæl nˌɑːt fˈeɪd!