text_original: Now of these knights one was of those Who shudder at your swashing blows. "The torrent's deep and broad," he cried; "And if we reach the other side? Why climb unto a mountain's crest, With a stone elephant opprest? 'Tis true the artist may have wrought His work on such a scale, a man Might bear it for a yard, then rest; But tell me not that mortal can Bear it to yonder mountain's top, Not daring once for breath to stay.
text_transcription: NOW OF THESE KNIGHTS ONE WAS OF THOSE WHO SHUDDER AT YOUR SWASHING BLOWS THE TORRENTS DEEP AND BROAD HE CRIED AND IF WE REACH THE OTHER SIDE WE CLIMB ONTO A MOUNTAIN'S CREST WITH A STONE ELEPHANT OPPRESSED TIS TRUE THE ARTIST MAY HAVE WROUGHT HIS WORK ON SUCH A SCALE A MAN MIGHT BEAR IT FOR A YARD THEN REST BUT TELL ME NOT THAT MORTAL CAN BEAR IT TO YONDER MOUNTAIN STOP NOT DARING ONCE FOR BREATH TO STAY
phonemes: nˈaʊ ʌv ðiːz nˈaɪts wˈʌn wʌz ʌv ðoʊz hˌuː ʃˈʌdɚɹ æt jʊɹ swˈɑːʃɪŋ blˈoʊz. "ðə tˈɔɹənts dˈiːp ænd bɹˈɔːd," hiː kɹˈaɪd; "ænd ɪf wiː ɹˈiːtʃ ðɪ ˈʌðɚ sˈaɪd? wˌaɪ klˈaɪm ˌʌntʊ ɐ mˈaʊntɪnz kɹˈɛst, wɪð ɐ stˈoʊn ˈɛlɪfənt əpɹˈɛst? tˈɪz tɹˈuː ðɪ ˈɑːɹɾɪst mˌeɪhɐv ɹˈɔːt hɪz wˈɜːk ˌɔn sˈʌtʃ ɐ skˈeɪl, ɐ mˈæn mˌaɪt bˈɛɹ ɪt fɚɹə jˈɑːɹd, ðˈɛn ɹˈɛst; bˌʌt tˈɛl mˌiː nˌɑːt ðæt mˈɔːɹɾəl kæn bˈɛɹ ɪt tə jˈɑːndɚ mˈaʊntɪnz tˈɑːp, nˌɑːt dˈɛɹɪŋ wˈʌns fɔːɹ bɹˈɛθ tə stˈeɪ.