text_original: But at the dissolution of a pledge The temple of thine honor sank to dust. 125 ON THE GREAT WAR V Make not thy prayer to Heaven, lest perchance, O troubler of the world, the heavens hear!
text_transcription: BUT AT THE DISSOLUTION OF A PLEDGE THE TEMPLE OF THINE HONOR SANK TO DUST FIVE MAKE NOT THY PRAYER TO HEAVEN LEST PERCHANCE O TROUBLER OF THE WORLD THE HEAVENS HEAR
phonemes: bˌʌt æt ðə dˌɪsəlˈuːʃən əvə plˈɛdʒ ðə tˈɛmpəl ʌv ðaɪn ˈɑːnɚ sˈæŋk tə dˈʌst. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti fˈaɪv ɔnðə ɡɹˈeɪt dˌʌbəljˌuːˌeɪˈɑːɹ vˈiː mˌeɪk nˌɑːt ðˌaɪ pɹˈɛɹ tə hˈɛvən, lˈɛst pɚtʃˈæns, ˈoʊ tɹˈʌblɚɹ ʌvðə wˈɜːld, ðə hˈɛvənz hˈɪɹ!