text_original: THORNS. 191 Ah, sweetest rose which earthly gardens bear, Fought for, desired, life s guerdon and life s end, Although your thorns may slay and wound and rend, Still men must snatch you ; for you are so fair.
text_transcription: AH SWEETEST ROSE WHICH EARTHLY GARDENS BEAR FOUGHT FOR DESIRED LIFE'S GARDEN AND LIFE'S END ALTHOUGH YOUR THORNS MAY SLAY AND WOUND AND REND STILL MAN MUST SNATCH YOU FOR YOU ARE SO FAIR
phonemes: θˈɔːɹnz. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti wˈʌn ˈɑː, swˈiːɾɪst ɹˈoʊz wˌɪtʃ ˈɜːθli ɡˈɑːɹdənz bˈɛɹ, fˈɔːt fɔːɹ, dɪzˈaɪɚd, lˈaɪf ˈɛs ɡˈɜːdən ænd lˈaɪf ˈɛs ˈɛnd, ɔːlðˈoʊ jʊɹ θˈɔːɹnz mˈeɪ slˈeɪ ænd wˈuːnd ænd ɹˈɛnd, stˈɪl mˈɛn mˈʌst snˈætʃ juː ; fɔːɹ juː ɑːɹ sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ.