text_original: Nor through the laurels can one see Thy soft brown limbs, thy beard of gold And what remains to us of thee?
text_transcription: NOR THROUGH THE LAURELS CAN ONE SEE THY SOFT BROWN LIMBS THY BEARD OF GOLD AND WHAT REMAINS TO US OF THEE
phonemes: nˈɔːɹ θɹuː ðə lˈɔːɹəlz kæn wˈʌn sˈiː ðˌaɪ sˈɔft bɹˈaʊn lˈɪmz, ðˌaɪ bˈɪɹd ʌv ɡˈoʊld ænd wʌt ɹᵻmˈeɪnz tʊ ˌʌs ʌv ðˈiː?