text_original: "I stop you at that rhyme," Cries out my watchful critic, Of phrases analytic; "It's not legitimate; it cannot pass this time. And then I need not show, of course, The line wants energy and force; It must be melted o'er again, I say."
text_transcription: I STOP YOU AT THAT RHYME CRIES OUT MY WATCHFUL CRITIC OF PHRASES ANALYTIC IT'S NOT LEGITIMATE IT CANNOT PASS THIS TIME AND THEN I NEED NOT SHOW OF COURSE THE LINE ONE'S ENERGY AND FORCE IT MUST BE MELTED OVER AGAIN I SAY
phonemes: "aɪ stˈɑːp juː æt ðæt ɹˈaɪm," kɹˈaɪz ˈaʊt maɪ wˈɑːtʃfəl kɹˈɪɾɪk, ʌv fɹˈeɪzᵻz ˌænɐlˈɪɾɪk; "ɪts nˌɑːt lədʒˈɪɾᵻmət; ɪt kænˈɑːt pˈæs ðɪs tˈaɪm. ænd ðˈɛn aɪ nˈiːd nˌɑːt ʃˈoʊ, ʌv kˈɔːɹs, ðə lˈaɪn wˈɔnts ˈɛnɚdʒi ænd fˈɔːɹs; ɪt mˈʌst biː mˈɛltᵻd ˈɔːɹ ɐɡˈɛn, aɪ sˈeɪ."