text_original: Frayed are now the rose red panels Filled with squares of rare brocade, In the ceiling Time carves channels Where the frescoes slowly fade; Chipped are now the scrolls of plaster, Which a skilled Italian master Moulded all along the cornice, and with tips of gold o'erlaid.
text_transcription: FRAID ARE NOW THE ROSE RED PANELS FILLED WITH SQUARES OF RARE BROCADE IN THE CEILING TIME CARVED CHANNELS WHERE THE FRESCOES SLOWLY FADE CHIPPED UNDER NOW THE SCROLLS OF PLASTER WHICH A SKILLED ITALIAN MASTER MOULDED ALL ALONG THE CORNICE AND WITH TIPS OF GOLD OVERLAID
phonemes: fɹˈeɪd ɑːɹ nˈaʊ ðə ɹˈoʊz ɹˈɛd pˈænəlz fˈɪld wɪð skwˈɛɹz ʌv ɹˈɛɹ bɹəkˈeɪd, ɪnðə sˈiːlɪŋ tˈaɪm kˈɑːɹvz tʃˈænəlz wˌɛɹ ðə fɹˈɛskoʊz slˈoʊli fˈeɪd; tʃˈɪpt ɑːɹ nˈaʊ ðə skɹˈoʊlz ʌv plˈæstɚ, wˌɪtʃ ɐ skˈɪld ɪtˈæliən mˈæstɚ mˈoʊldᵻd ˈɔːl ɐlˈɔŋ ðə kˈɔːɹnɪs, ænd wɪð tˈɪps ʌv ɡˈoʊld ˈɔːɹleɪd.