text_original: Then the tyrannic winds arose, and soon, Like eagles harrying a helpless prey, Drove its dark pinions on that azure way Foretrodden by the white, belated moon.
text_transcription: THEN THE TYRANNIC WINDS AROSE AND SOON LIKE EAGLES HARRYING A HELPLESS PREY DROVE ITS DARK PINIONS ON THAT AZURE WAY FOR TRODDEN BY THE WHITE BELATED MOON
phonemes: ðˈɛn ðə tɪɹˈænɪk wˈɪndz ɚɹˈoʊz, ænd sˈuːn, lˈaɪk ˈiːɡəlz hˈæɹiɪŋ ɐ hˈɛlpləs pɹˈeɪ, dɹˈoʊv ɪts dˈɑːɹk pˈɪniənz ˌɔn ðæt ˈæʒɚ wˈeɪ fˈɔːɹtɹɑːdən baɪ ðə wˈaɪt, bᵻlˈeɪɾᵻd mˈuːn.