text_original: "Nature has shaped them ill," said he, Watching their shadows peevishly: "Here is a disproportion! My horns rise branching, tall, and proud; My legs disgrace them, 'tis allowed, And are but an abortion."
text_transcription: NATURE HAS SHAPED THEM ILL SAID HE WATCHING THEIR SHADOWS PEEVISHLY HERE IS A DISPROPORTION MY HORNS RISE BRANCHING TALL AND PROUD MY LEGS DISGRACE THEM TIS ALLOWED AND ARE BUT AN ABOR
phonemes: "nˈeɪtʃɚ hɐz ʃˈeɪpt ðˌɛm ˈɪl," sˈɛd hiː, wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðɛɹ ʃˈædoʊz pˈiːvɪʃli: "hˈɪɹ ɪz ɐ dˌɪspɹəpˈɔːɹʃən! maɪ hˈɔːɹnz ɹˈaɪz bɹˈæntʃɪŋ, tˈɔːl, ænd pɹˈaʊd; maɪ lˈɛɡz dɪsɡɹˈeɪs ðˌɛm, tˈɪz ɐlˈaʊd, ænd ɑːɹ bˌʌt ɐn ɐbˈɔːɹʃən."