text_original: You'll not be master of the place, Saddle or bridle  how you will; For if the door's slammed in its face, It comes back o'er the window sill. [Illustration: PHILOMEL AND PROGNE.] FABLE XLVI. PHILOMEL AND PROGNE. Progne, the Swallow, set forth from her dwelling, And, leaving the cities afar, took flight For the grove that Philomel chose for telling Her ancient griefs to the listening night.
text_transcription: YOU'LL NOT BE MASTER OF THE PLACE SADDLE OR BRIDLE HOW YOU WILL FOR IF THE DOOR SLAMMED IN ITS FACE IT COMES BACK OVER THE WINDOW SILL FABLE FORTY SIX PHILOMEL AND PROGNE PROGNA THE SWALLOW SET FORTH FROM HER DWELLING AND LEAVING THE CITIES AFAR TOOK FLIGHT FOR THE GROVE THAT PHILOMON CHOSE FOR TELLING HER ANCIENT GRIEFS TO THE LISTENING NIGHT
phonemes: juːl nˌɑːt biː mˈæstɚɹ ʌvðə plˈeɪs, sˈædəl ɔːɹ bɹˈaɪdəl hˌaʊ juː wˈɪl; fɔːɹ ɪf ðə dˈɔːɹz slˈæmd ɪn ɪts fˈeɪs, ɪt kˈʌmz bˈæk ˈɔːɹ ðə wˈɪndoʊ sˈɪl. [ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən: fˈɪləməl ænd pɹˈɑːɡni.] fˈeɪbəl ɹˌoʊmən fˈɔːɹɾi sˈɪks. fˈɪləməl ænd pɹˈɑːɡni. pɹˈɑːɡni, ðə swˈɔloʊ, sˈɛt fˈɔːɹθ fɹʌm hɜː dwˈɛlɪŋ, ænd, lˈiːvɪŋ ðə sˈɪɾiz ɐfˈɑːɹ, tˈʊk flˈaɪt fɚðə ɡɹˈoʊv ðæt fˈɪləməl tʃˈoʊz fɔːɹ tˈɛlɪŋ hɜːɹ ˈeɪntʃənt ɡɹˈiːfs tə ðə lˈɪsənɪŋ nˈaɪt.