text_original: Fond of this image, he has it again in his "Bard," They SWARM, that in thy NOONTIDE BEAM are born, Gone! Perhaps the germ of this beautiful image may be found in Shakspeare:        for men, like BUTTERFLIES, Show not their mealy wings but to THE SUMMER.
text_transcription: FOND OF THIS IMAGE HE HAS IT AGAIN IN HIS BARD THEY SWARM THAT IN THY NOONTIDE BEAM ARE BORN GONE PERHAPS THE GERM OF THIS BEAUTIFUL IMAGE MAY BE FOUND IN SHAKESPEARE FOR MEN LIKE BUTTERFLIES SHOW NOT THEIR MEALY WINGS BUT TO THE SUMMER
phonemes: fˈɑːnd ʌv ðɪs ˈɪmɪdʒ, hiː hɐz ɪɾ ɐɡˈɛn ɪn hˈɪz "bˈɑːɹd," ðeɪ swˈɔːɹm, ðæt ɪn ðˌaɪ nˈuːntaɪd bˈiːm ɑːɹ bˈɔːɹn, ɡˈɔn! pɚhˈæps ðə dʒˈɜːm ʌv ðɪs bjˈuːɾifəl ˈɪmɪdʒ mˈeɪ biː fˈaʊnd ɪn ʃˈækspɪɹ:        fɔːɹ mˈɛn, lˈaɪk bˈʌɾɚflˌaɪz, ʃˈoʊ nˌɑːt ðɛɹ mˈiːli wˈɪŋz bˌʌt tə ðə sˈʌmɚ.