text_original: Now, Muse, recount, how after long delays And dangerous marches through untrodden ways, Where cold and hunger on each hour attend, At last the army gains the journey's end.
text_transcription: NOW MUSE WE COUNT HOW AFTER LONG DELAYS AND DANGEROUS MARCHES THROUGH UNTRODDEN WAYS WHERE COLD AND HUNGER ON EACH HOUR ATTEND AT LAST THE ARMY GAINS THE JOURNEY'S END
phonemes: nˈaʊ, mjˈuːz, ɹᵻkˈaʊnt, hˌaʊ ˈæftɚ lˈɔŋ dᵻlˈeɪz ænd dˈeɪndʒɚɹəs mˈɑːɹtʃᵻz θɹuː ʌntɹˈɑːdən wˈeɪz, wˌɛɹ kˈoʊld ænd hˈʌŋɡɚɹ ˌɔn ˈiːtʃ ˈaʊɚɹ ɐtˈɛnd, æt lˈæst ðɪ ˈɑːɹmi ɡˈeɪnz ðə dʒˈɜːniz ˈɛnd.