text_original: Spirit of Beauty, tarry yet awhile! Although the cheating merchants of the mart With iron roads profane our lovely isle, And break on whirling wheels the limbs of Art, Ay!
text_transcription: SPIRIT OF BEAUTY TARRY YET AWHILE ALTHOUGH THE CHEATING MERCHANTS OF THE MART WITH IRON ROADS PROFANE OUR LOVELY ISLE AND BREAK ON WHIRLING WHEELS THE LIMBS OF ART AY
phonemes: spˈɪɹɪt ʌv bjˈuːɾi, tˈæɹi jˈɛt ɐwˈaɪl! ɔːlðˈoʊ ðə tʃˈiːɾɪŋ mˈɜːtʃənts ʌvðə mˈɑːɹt wɪð ˈaɪɚn ɹˈoʊdz pɹəfˈeɪn ˌaʊɚ lˈʌvli ˈaɪəl, ænd bɹˈeɪk ˌɔn wˈɜːlɪŋ wˈiːlz ðə lˈɪmz ʌv ˈɑːɹt, ˈaɪ!