text_original: Ah, here The poetry of war is fully seen, Its prose forgotten; as against the green Of Mother Nature, uniformed in blue, The soldiers pass for Sheridan's review.
text_transcription: AH HERE THE POETRY OF WAR IS FULLY SEEN ITS PROSE FORGOTTEN AS AGAINST THE GREEN OF MOTHER NATURE UNIFORMED IN BLUE THE SOLDIERS PASS FOR SHERIDAN'S REVIEW
phonemes: ˈɑː, hˈɪɹ ðə pˈoʊɪtɹi ʌv wˈɔːɹ ɪz fˈʊli sˈiːn, ɪts pɹˈoʊz fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩; æz ɐɡˈɛnst ðə ɡɹˈiːn ʌv mˈʌðɚ nˈeɪtʃɚ, jˈuːnɪfˌɔːɹmd ɪn blˈuː, ðə sˈoʊldʒɚz pˈæs fɔːɹ ʃˈɛɹɪdənz ɹᵻvjˈuː.