text_original: 124 ON THE GREAT WAR IV From gravid trench and sullen parapet, Profane the wounded lands with mine or shell! Turn thou upon the world thy cannons Hell, Till many million women s eyes are wet!
text_transcription: FOUR FROM GRAVIT TRENCH AND SULLEN PARAPET PROFANE THE WOUNDED LANDS WITH MINOR SHELL TURN THOU UPON THE WORLD THY CANNONS HELL TILL MANY MILLION WOMEN'S EYES ARE WET
phonemes: wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti fˈɔːɹ ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt dˌʌbəljˌuːˌeɪˈɑːɹ ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹ fɹʌm ɡɹˈævɪd tɹˈɛntʃ ænd sˈʌlən pˈæɹəpɪt, pɹəfˈeɪn ðə wˈuːndᵻd lˈændz wɪð mˈaɪn ɔːɹ ʃˈɛl! tˈɜːn ðˈaʊ əpˌɑːn ðə wˈɜːld ðˌaɪ kˈænənz hˈɛl, tˈɪl mˈɛni mˈɪliən wˈɪmɪn ˈɛs ˈaɪz ɑːɹ wˈɛt!