text_original: 'Twas not for me, too long a time to yield! Born for a chieftain in the tented field! Around my plumed helm, my silvery hair Hung like an honour'd wreath of age and care!
text_transcription: TWAS NOT FOR ME TOO LONG A TIME TO YIELD BORN FOR A CHIEFTAIN IN THE TENTED FIELD AROUND MY PLUMED HELM MY SILVERY HAIR HUNG LIKE AN HONORED WREATH OF AGE AND CARE
phonemes: twˈɑːz nˌɑːt fɔːɹ mˌiː, tˈuː lˈɔŋ ɐ tˈaɪm tə jˈiːld! bˈɔːɹn fɚɹə tʃˈiːftən ɪnðə tˈɛntᵻd fˈiːld! ɚɹˈaʊnd maɪ plˈuːmd hˈɛlm, maɪ sˈɪlvɚɹi hˈɛɹ hˈʌŋ lˈaɪk ɐn ˈɑːnɚd ɹˈiːθ ʌv ˈeɪdʒ ænd kˈɛɹ!