text_original: With glory crowned, the Gnat the battle ground Leaves, his victorious trump to sound, As he had blown the battle charge before, Still one blast for the conquest more. He flies now here, now there, To tell it everywhere. Alas! it so fell out he met A spider's ambuscaded net, And perished, eaten in mid air. What may we learn by this?
text_transcription: WITH GLORY CROWNED THE NET THE BATTLE GROUND LEAVES HIS VICTORIOUS TRUMP TO SOUND AS HE HAD BLOWN THE BATTLE CHARGE BEFORE STILL ONE BLAST FOR THE CONQUEST MORE HE FLIES NOW HERE NOW THERE TO TELL IT EVERYWHERE ALAS IT SO FELL OUT HE MET AS SPIDER'S AMBUSCADED NET AND PERISHED EATEN IN MID AIR WHAT MAY WE LEARN BY THIS
phonemes: wɪð ɡlˈɔːɹi kɹˈaʊnd, ðə nˈæt ðə bˈæɾəl ɡɹˈaʊnd lˈiːvz, hɪz vɪktˈɔːɹiəs tɹˈʌmp tə sˈaʊnd, æz hiː hæd blˈoʊn ðə bˈæɾəl tʃˈɑːɹdʒ bᵻfˈɔːɹ, stˈɪl wˈʌn blˈæst fɚðə kˈɑːŋkwɛst mˈɔːɹ. hiː flˈaɪz nˈaʊ hˈɪɹ, nˈaʊ ðˈɛɹ, tə tˈɛl ɪɾ ˈɛvɹɪwˌɛɹ. ɐlˈæs! ɪt sˌoʊ fˈɛl ˈaʊt hiː mˈɛt ɐ spˈaɪdɚz ˈæmbəskˌeɪdᵻd nˈɛt, ænd pˈɛɹɪʃt, ˈiːʔn̩ ɪn mˈɪd ˈɛɹ. wˌʌt mˈeɪ wiː lˈɜːn baɪ ðˈɪs?