text_original: "'Tis the memory, dear, of our Thracian troubles," Said Philomel, sadly, "that bids me stay; For the sight of humanity only doubles The grief of the times that have passed away!"
text_transcription: THIS THE MEMORY DEAR OF OUR TRACYAN TROUBLES SAID PHILAMMON SADLY THAT BIDS ME STAY FOR THE SIGHT OF HUMANITY ONLY DOUBLES THE GRIEF OF THE TIMES THAT HAVE PASSED AWAY
phonemes: "tˈɪz ðə mˈɛmɚɹi, dˈɪɹ, ʌv ˌaʊɚ θɹˈeɪʃiən tɹˈʌbəlz," sˈɛd fˈɪləməl, sˈædli, "ðæt bˈɪdz mˌiː stˈeɪ; fɚðə sˈaɪt ʌv hjuːmˈænᵻɾi ˈoʊnli dˈʌbəlz ðə ɡɹˈiːf ʌvðə tˈaɪmz ðæt hæv pˈæst ɐwˈeɪ!"