text_original: III. And if he chanted, who would list his songs, So hurried now the world's gold seeking throngs? And yet shall silence mantle mighty deeds? Awake, dear Muse, and sing though no ear heeds! Extol the triumphs, and bemoan the end Of that true hero, lover, son and friend Whose faithful heart in his last choice was shown   Death with the comrades dear, refusing flight alone.
text_transcription: THREE AND IF HE CHANT IT WHO WOULD LIST HIS SONGS SO HURRIED NOW THE WORLD'S GOLD SEEKING THRONGS AND YET SHALL SILENCE MANTLE MIGHTY DEEDS AWAKE DEAR AMUSE AND SING THOUGH NO EAR HEEDS EXTOL THE TRIUMPHS AND BEMOAN THE END OF THAT TRUE HERO LOVER SON AND FRIEND WHOSE FAITHFUL HEART IN HIS LAST CHOICE WAS SHOWN DEATH WITH THE COMRADES DEAR REFUSING FLIGHT ALONE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən θɹˈiː. ænd ɪf hiː tʃˈæntᵻd, hˌuː wʊd lˈɪst hɪz sˈɔŋz, sˌoʊ hˈɜːɹid nˈaʊ ðə wˈɜːldz ɡˈoʊld sˈiːkɪŋ θɹˈɔŋz? ænd jˈɛt ʃˌæl sˈaɪləns mˈæntəl mˈaɪɾi dˈiːdz? ɐwˈeɪk, dˈɪɹ mjˈuːz, ænd sˈɪŋ ðˌoʊ nˈoʊ ˈɪɹ hˈiːdz! ɛkstˈoʊl ðə tɹˈaɪʌmfz, ænd bᵻmˈoʊn ðɪ ˈɛnd ʌv ðæt tɹˈuː hˈiəɹoʊ, lˈʌvɚ, sˈʌn ænd fɹˈɛnd hˌuːz fˈeɪθfəl hˈɑːɹt ɪn hɪz lˈæst tʃˈɔɪs wʌz ʃˈoʊn dˈɛθ wɪððə kˈɑːmɹædz dˈɪɹ, ɹᵻfjˈuːzɪŋ flˈaɪt ɐlˈoʊn.