text_original: Angry people have no fear. The Eagle, coming to the well loved spot, And seeing all the hideous fricassee, Filled heaven with shrieks; but could not find On whom to vent her wrath  you see, Her fury made her blind.
text_transcription: ANGRY PEOPLE HAVE NO FEAR THE EAGLE COMING TO THE WELL LOVED SPOT AND SEEING ALL THE HIDEOUS FRICKER SEA FILLED HEAVEN WITH SHRIEKS BUT COULD NOT FIND ON WHOM TO VENT HER WRATH YOU SEE HER FURY MADE HER BLIND
phonemes: ˈæŋɡɹi pˈiːpəl hæv nˈoʊ fˈɪɹ. ðɪ ˈiːɡəl, kˈʌmɪŋ tə ðə wˈɛl lˈʌvd spˈɑːt, ænd sˈiːɪŋ ˈɔːl ðə hˈɪdiəs fɹˈɪkɐsˌeɪ, fˈɪld hˈɛvən wɪð ʃɹˈiːks; bˌʌt kʊd nˌɑːt fˈaɪnd ˌɔn hˈuːm tə vˈɛnt hɜː ɹˈæθ juː sˈiː, hɜː fjˈʊɹɹi mˌeɪd hɜː blˈaɪnd.