text_original: Ah! hide for ever from my sight The faithless flatterer Hope  whose pencil, gay, Portrays some vision of delight, Then bids the fairy tablet fade away; While in dire contrast, to mine eyes Thy phantoms, yet more hideous, rise, And Memory draws, from Pleasure's wither'd flower, Corrosives for the heart  of fatal power! I bid the traitor Love, adieu!
text_transcription: AH HIDE FOR EVER FROM MY SIGHT THE FAITHLESS FLATTERER HOPE WHOSE PENCIL GAY PORTRAYS SOME VISION OF DELIGHT THEN BIDS THE FAIRY TABLET FADE AWAY WHILE IN DIRE CONTRAST TO MINE EYES THY PHANTOMS YET MORE HIDEOUS RISE AND MEMORY DRAWS FROM PLEASURE'S WITHERED FLOWER CORROSIVES FOR THE HEART OF FATAL POWER I BID THE TRAITOR LOVE ADIEU
phonemes: ˈɑː! hˈaɪd fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ fɹʌm maɪ sˈaɪt ðə fˈeɪθləs flˈæɾɚɹɚ hˈoʊp hˌuːz pˈɛnsəl, ɡˈeɪ, pɔːɹtɹˈeɪz sˌʌm vˈɪʒən ʌv dᵻlˈaɪt, ðˈɛn bˈɪdz ðə fˈɛɹi tˈæblət fˈeɪd ɐwˈeɪ; wˌaɪl ɪn dˈaɪɚ kˈɑːntɹæst, tə mˈaɪn ˈaɪz ðˌaɪ fˈæntəmz, jˈɛt mˈɔːɹ hˈɪdiəs, ɹˈaɪz, ænd mˈɛmɚɹi dɹˈɔːz, fɹʌm plˈɛʒɚz wˈɪðɚd flˈaʊɚ, kɚɹˈoʊsɪvz fɚðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv fˈeɪɾəl pˈaʊɚ! aɪ bˈɪd ðə tɹˈeɪɾɚ lˈʌv, ɐdjˈuː!