text_original: The conscious steed needs not the guiding rein; Back with a bound and one quick cry of pain He springs, and halts, well knowing where must fall In that protected frame, the sure death dealing ball.
text_transcription: THE CONSCIOUS STEED NEEDS NOT THE GUIDING REIN BACK WITH A BOUND AND ONE QUICK CRY OF PAIN HE SPRINGS AND HALTS WELL KNOWING WHERE MUST FALL IN THAT PROTECTED FRAME THE SURE DEATH DEALING BALL
phonemes: ðə kˈɑːnʃəs stˈiːd nˈiːdz nˌɑːt ðə ɡˈaɪdɪŋ ɹˈeɪn; bˈæk wɪð ɐ bˈaʊnd ænd wˈʌn kwˈɪk kɹˈaɪ ʌv pˈeɪn hiː spɹˈɪŋz, ænd hˈɔlts, wˈɛl nˈoʊɪŋ wˌɛɹ mˈʌst fˈɔːl ɪn ðæt pɹətˈɛktᵻd fɹˈeɪm, ðə ʃˈʊɹ dˈɛθ dˈiːlɪŋ bˈɔːl.