text_original: He also left a son, who, without care Or planning how, Bore the fair letters of a deathless fame Upon his brow. "Behold a genius, filled with fire divine!" The people cried; Not knowing that to make him what he was Two men had died.
text_transcription: HE ALSO LEFT A SON WHO WITHOUT CARE OR PLANNING HOW BORE THE FAIR LETTERS OF A DEATHLESS FAME UPON HIS BROW BEHOLD A GENIUS FILLED WITH FIRE DIVINE THE PEOPLE CRIED NOT KNOWING THAT TO MAKE HIM WHAT HE WAS TWO MEN HAD DIED
phonemes: hiː ˈɔːlsoʊ lˈɛft ɐ sˈʌn, hˈuː, wɪðˌaʊt kˈɛɹ ɔːɹ plˈænɪŋ hˈaʊ, bˈɔːɹ ðə fˈɛɹ lˈɛɾɚz əvə dˈɛθləs fˈeɪm əpˌɑːn hɪz bɹˈaʊ. "bᵻhˈoʊld ɐ dʒˈiːnɪəs, fˈɪld wɪð fˈaɪɚ dᵻvˈaɪn!" ðə pˈiːpəl kɹˈaɪd; nˌɑːt nˈoʊɪŋ ðæt tə mˌeɪk hˌɪm wʌt hiː wʌz tˈuː mˈɛn hæd dˈaɪd.