text_original: Through swift descending snow The stealthy guides crept, tracing out the foe; No fire was lighted, and no halt was made From haggard gray lipped dawn till night lent friendly shade. IX. Then, by the shelt'ring river's bank at last, The weary warriors paused for their repast. A couch of ice and falling snows for spread Made many a suffering soldier's chilling bed.
text_transcription: THROUGH SWIFT DESCENDING SNOW THE STEALTHY GUIDES CREPT TRACING OUT THE FOE NO FIRE WAS LIGHTED AND NO HALT WAS MADE FROM HAGGARD GRAY LEAPED DAWN TILL NIGHT LEND FRIENDLY SHADE NINE THEN BY THE SHELTERING RIVER'S BANK AT LAST THE WEARY WARRIORS PAUSED FOR THEIR REPAST A COUCH OF ICE AND FALLING SNOWS FOR SPREAD MADE MANY A SUFFERING SOLDIER'S CHILLING BED
phonemes: θɹuː swˈɪft dᵻsˈɛndɪŋ snˈoʊ ðə stˈɛlθi ɡˈaɪdz kɹˈɛpt, tɹˈeɪsɪŋ ˈaʊt ðə fˈoʊ; nˈoʊ fˈaɪɚ wʌz lˈaɪɾᵻd, ænd nˈoʊ hˈɔlt wʌz mˌeɪd fɹʌm hˈæɡɚd ɡɹˈeɪ lˈɪpt dˈɔːn tˈɪl nˈaɪt lˈɛnt fɹˈɛndli ʃˈeɪd. ɹˌoʊmən nˈaɪn. ðˈɛn, baɪ ðə ʃˈɛltɹɪŋ ɹˈɪvɚz bˈæŋk æt lˈæst, ðə wˈɪɹi wˈɔːɹɪɚz pˈɔːzd fɔːɹ ðɛɹ ɹᵻpˈæst. ɐ kˈaʊtʃ ʌv ˈaɪs ænd fˈɔːlɪŋ snˈoʊz fɔːɹ spɹˈɛd mˌeɪd mˈɛni ɐ sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ sˈoʊldʒɚz tʃˈɪlɪŋ bˈɛd.