text_original: As Sampson in his blindness hath she snapt The pillars of the temple of the light, Drawn down in ruin upon Europe s head. To heavens in the smoke of conquest wrapt There cry unheeded voices in the night, From new made ramparts builded of the dead.
text_transcription: AS SAMSON IN HIS BLINDNESS HAS SHE SNAPPED THE PILLARS OF THE TEMPLE OF THE LIGHT DRAWN DOWN IN RUIN UPON EUROPE'S HEAD TO HEAVENS IN THE SMOKE OF CONQUEST RAPT THERE CRY UNHEEDED VOICES IN THE NIGHT FROM NEW MADE RAMPARTS BUILDED OF THE DEAD
phonemes: æz sˈæmpsən ɪn hɪz blˈaɪndnəs hæθ ʃiː snˈæpt ðə pˈɪlɚz ʌvðə tˈɛmpəl ʌvðə lˈaɪt, dɹˈɔːn dˌaʊn ɪn ɹˈuːɪn əpˌɑːn jˈʊɹɹəp ˈɛs hˈɛd. tə hˈɛvənz ɪnðə smˈoʊk ʌv kˈɑːŋkwɛst ɹˈæpt ðɛɹ kɹˈaɪ ʌnhˈiːdᵻd vˈɔɪsᵻz ɪnðə nˈaɪt, fɹʌm nˈuː mˌeɪd ɹˈæmpɑːɹts bˈɪldᵻd ʌvðə dˈɛd.