text_original: "My dear sir, 'tis well," He said. "Know that a flatterer lives On him to whom his praise he gives; And, my dear neighbour, an' you please, This lesson's worth a slice of cheese."   The Raven, vexed at his consenting, Flew off, too late in his repenting.
text_transcription: MY DEAR SIR TIS WELL HE SAID KNOW THAT THE FLATTERER LIVES ON HIM TO WHOM HIS PRAISE HE GIVES AND MY DEAR NEIGHBOUR AN YOU PLEASE THIS LESSON'S WORTH A SLICE OF CHEESE THE RAVEN VEXED AT HIS CONSENTING FLEW OFF TOO LATE IN HIS REPENTING
phonemes: "maɪ dˈɪɹ sˌɜː, tˈɪz wˈɛl," hiː sˈɛd. "nˈoʊ ðˌæɾə flˈæɾɚɹɚ lˈaɪvz ˌɔn hˌɪm tə hˈuːm hɪz pɹˈeɪz hiː ɡˈɪvz; ænd, maɪ dˈɪɹ nˈeɪbɚ, æn juː plˈiːz, ðɪs lˈɛsənz wˈɜːθ ɐ slˈaɪs ʌv tʃˈiːz."   ðə ɹˈeɪvən, vˈɛkst æt hɪz kənsˈɛntɪŋ, flˈuː ˈɔf, tˈuː lˈeɪt ɪn hɪz ɹᵻpˈɛntɪŋ.