text_original: His stanza runs thus: So to the unthinking boy the distant sky Seems on some mountain's surface to relie; He with ambitious haste climbs the ascent, _Curious to touch the firmament_; But when with an unwearied pace, He is arrived at the long wish'd for place, With sighs the sad defeat he does deplore, His heaven is still as distant as before! _The Infidel_, by JOHN NORRIS.
text_transcription: HIS STANZA RUNS THUS SO TO THE UNTHINKING BOY THE DISTANT SKY SEEMS ON SOME MOUNTAIN SURFACE TO RELY HE WITH AMBITIOUS HASTE CLIMBS THE ASCENT CURIOUS TO TOUCH THE FIRMAMENT BUT WHEN WITH AN UNWEARIED PACE HE IS ARRIVED AT THE LONG WISHED FOR PLACE WITH SIGHS THE SAD DEFEAT HE DOES DEPLORE HIS HEAVEN IS STILL AS DISTANT AS BEFORE THE INFIDEL BY JOHN NORRIS
phonemes: hɪz stˈænzɚ ɹˈʌnz ðˈʌs: sˌoʊ tə ðɪ ʌnθˈɪŋkɪŋ bˈɔɪ ðə dˈɪstənt skˈaɪ sˈiːmz ˌɔn sˌʌm mˈaʊntɪnz sˈɜːfɪs tə ɹᵻlˈaɪ; hiː wɪð æmbˈɪʃəs hˈeɪst klˈaɪmz ðɪ ɐsˈɛnt, kjˈʊɹɹiəs tə tˈʌtʃ ðə fˈɜːməmənt; bˌʌt wɛn wɪð ɐn ʌnwˈɪɹid pˈeɪs, hiː ɪz ɚɹˈaɪvd æt ðə lˈɔŋ wˈɪʃd fɔːɹ plˈeɪs, wɪð sˈaɪz ðə sˈæd dᵻfˈiːt hiː dˈʌz dᵻplˈɔːɹ, hɪz hˈɛvən ɪz stˈɪl æz dˈɪstənt æz bᵻfˈɔːɹ! ðɪ ˈɪnfᵻdəl, baɪ dʒˈɑːn nˈɔɹɪs.