text_original: Yet that terror was not fright, But a tremulous delight— A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define— Nor Love—although the Love were thine.
text_transcription: YET THAT TERROR WAS NOT FRIGHT BUT A TREMULOUS DELIGHT A FEELING NOT THE JEWELLED MINE COULD TEACH OR BRIBE ME TO DEFINE NOR LOVE ALTHOUGH THE LOVE WERE THINE
phonemes: jˈɛt ðæt tˈɛɹɚ wʌz nˌɑːt fɹˈaɪt, bˌʌt ɐ tɹˈɛmjʊləs dᵻlˈaɪt— ɐ fˈiːlɪŋ nˌɑːt ðə dʒˈuːəld mˈaɪn kʊd tˈiːtʃ ɔːɹ bɹˈaɪb mˌiː tə dᵻfˈaɪn— nˈɔːɹ lˈʌv—ɔːlðˈoʊ ðə lˈʌv wɜː ðˈaɪn.