text_original: To secure all his wealth from the lovers of stealth, My Miser had built him a home, Surrounded by waves with their foam, And there with a pleasure the which To some seems but poor, to some rich, He heaped up his wealth with delight, And every day, and each night, He counted the sum, and re counted, And gloated to see how it mounted; But, somehow, count well as he might, The gold pieces never came right.
text_transcription: TO SECURE ALL HIS WEALTH FROM THE LOVERS OF STEALTH MY MISER HAD BUILT HIM A HOME SURROUNDED BY WAVES WITH THEIR FOAM AND THERE WITH A PLEASURE THE WHICH TO SOME SEEMS BUT POOR TO SOME RICH HE HEAPED UP HIS WEALTH WITH DELIGHT AND EVERY DAY AND EACH NIGHT HE COUNTED THE SUM AND RECOUNTED AND GLOATED TO SEE HOW IT MOUNTED BUT SOMEHOW COUNT WELL AS HE MIGHT THE GOLD PIECES NEVER CAME RIGHT
phonemes: tə sᵻkjˈʊɹ ˈɔːl hɪz wˈɛlθ fɹʌmðə lˈʌvɚz ʌv stˈɛlθ, maɪ mˈaɪzɚ hæd bˈɪlt hˌɪm ɐ hˈoʊm, sɚɹˈaʊndᵻd baɪ wˈeɪvz wɪð ðɛɹ fˈoʊm, ænd ðɛɹ wɪð ɐ plˈɛʒɚ ðə wˌɪtʃ tə sˌʌm sˈiːmz bˌʌt pˈʊɹ, tə sˌʌm ɹˈɪtʃ, hiː hˈiːpt ˌʌp hɪz wˈɛlθ wɪð dᵻlˈaɪt, ænd ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ, ænd ˈiːtʃ nˈaɪt, hiː kˈaʊntᵻd ðə sˈʌm, ænd ɹˌiː kˈaʊntᵻd, ænd ɡlˈoʊɾᵻd tə sˈiː hˌaʊ ɪt mˈaʊntᵻd; bˌʌt, sˈʌmhaʊ, kˈaʊnt wˈɛl æz hiː mˈaɪt, ðə ɡˈoʊld pˈiːsᵻz nˈɛvɚ kˈeɪm ɹˈaɪt.