text_original: XLVIII. About the leader thick the warriors crowd; Late loud in censure, now in praises loud, They laud the tactics, and the skill extol Which gained a bloodless yet a glorious goal. Alone and lonely in the path of right Full many a brave soul walks.
text_transcription: FORTY SEVEN ABOUT THE LEADER THICK THE WARRIOR'S CROWD LAID LOUD IN CENSURE NOW IN PRAISES LOUD THEY LAWED THE TACTICS AND THE SKYLKS TALL WHICH GAINED THE BLOODLESS YET A GLORIOUS GOAL ALONE AND LONELY IN THE PATH OF RIGHT FULL MANY A BRAVE SOUL WALKS
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹɾi ˈeɪt. ɐbˌaʊt ðə lˈiːdɚ θˈɪk ðə wˈɔːɹɪɚz kɹˈaʊd; lˈeɪt lˈaʊd ɪn sˈɛnʃɚ, nˈaʊ ɪn pɹˈeɪzᵻz lˈaʊd, ðeɪ lˈɔːd ðə tˈæktɪks, ænd ðə skˈɪl ɛkstˈoʊl wˌɪtʃ ɡˈeɪnd ɐ blˈʌdləs jˈɛt ɐ ɡlˈɔːɹiəs ɡˈoʊl. ɐlˈoʊn ænd lˈoʊnli ɪnðə pˈæθ ʌv ɹˈaɪt fˈʊl mˈɛni ɐ bɹˈeɪv sˈoʊl wˈɔːks.