text_original: And wandering through the tangled pines That break the gold of Arno's stream, To see the purple mist and gleam Of morning on the Apennines By many a vineyard hidden home, Orchard and olive garden grey, Till from the drear Campagna's way The seven hills bear up the dome!
text_transcription: AND WANDERING THROUGH THE TANGLED PINES THAT BREAK THE GOLD OF ARNO'S DREAM TO SEE THE PURPLE MIST AND GLEAM OF MORNING ON THE APENNINES BY MANY A VINEYARD HIDDEN HOME ORCHARD AND OLIVE GARDEN GREY TILL FROM THE DREAR CAMPANIA'S WAY THE SEVEN HILLS BEAR UP THE DOME
phonemes: ænd wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ θɹuː ðə tˈæŋɡəld pˈaɪnz ðæt bɹˈeɪk ðə ɡˈoʊld ʌv ˈɑːɹnoʊz stɹˈiːm, tə sˈiː ðə pˈɜːpəl mˈɪst ænd ɡlˈiːm ʌv mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ɔnðɪ ˈæpənˌaɪnz baɪ mˈɛni ɐ vˈɪnjɚd hˈɪdən hˈoʊm, ˈɔːɹtʃɚd ænd ˈɑːlɪv ɡˈɑːɹdən ɡɹˈeɪ, tˈɪl fɹʌmðə dɹˈɪɹ kˈæmpæɡnəz wˈeɪ ðə sˈɛvən hˈɪlz bˈɛɹ ˌʌp ðə dˈoʊm!