text_original: And men have brought thee unto this at length, Tho "Freedom! freedom!" seemed thy native cry, Lost are the ancient eyries on the sky, The azure lanes, the sunlight in its strength.
text_transcription: AND MEN HAVE BROUGHT THEE UNTO THIS AT LENGTH THOUGH FREEDOM FREEDOM SEEM'D THY NATIVE CRY LOST ARE THE ANCIENT ERIES ON THE SKY THE AZURE LANES THE SUNLIGHT IN ITS STRENGTH
phonemes: ænd mˈɛn hæv bɹˈɔːt ðiː ˌʌntʊ ðɪs æt lˈɛŋθ, ðˈoʊ "fɹˈiːdəm! fɹˈiːdəm!" sˈiːmd ðˌaɪ nˈeɪɾɪv kɹˈaɪ, lˈɔst ɑːɹ ðɪ ˈeɪntʃənt ˈaɪɹiz ɔnðə skˈaɪ, ðɪ ˈæʒɚ lˈeɪnz, ðə sˈʌnlaɪt ɪn ɪts stɹˈɛŋθ.