text_original: Before his roaring fly All lesser creatures; close they hide To shun his cruelty and pride: And all this terror at The bite of one small Gnat, Who changes every moment his attack, First on the mouth, next on the back; Then in the very caverns of the nose, Gives no repose.
text_transcription: BEFORE HIS ROARING FLY ALL LESSER CREATURES CLOSE THEY HIDE TO SHUN HIS CRUELTY AND PRIDE AND ALL DIS TERROR AT THE BITE OF ONE SMALL NET WHO CHANGES EVERY MOMENT HIS ATTACK FIRST ON THE MOUTH NEXT ON THE BACK THEN IN THE VERY CAVERNS OF THE NOSE GIVES NO REPOSE
phonemes: bᵻfˌɔːɹ hɪz ɹˈɔːɹɪŋ flˈaɪ ˈɔːl lˈɛsɚ kɹˈiːtʃɚz; klˈoʊs ðeɪ hˈaɪd tə ʃˈʌn hɪz kɹˈuːəlti ænd pɹˈaɪd: ænd ˈɔːl ðɪs tˈɛɹɚɹ æt ðə bˈaɪt ʌv wˈʌn smˈɔːl nˈæt, hˌuː tʃˈeɪndʒᵻz ˈɛvɹi mˈoʊmənt hɪz ɐtˈæk, fˈɜːst ɔnðə mˈaʊθ, nˈɛkst ɔnðə bˈæk; ðˈɛn ɪnðə vˈɛɹi kˈævɚnz ʌvðə nˈoʊz, ɡˈɪvz nˈoʊ ɹᵻpˈoʊz.