text_original: Goldsmith very pathetically applies a similar image: E'en now where Alpine solitudes ascend, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend, Like yon _neglected shrub_ at random cast, That shades the steep, and sighs at every blast.
text_transcription: GOLDSMITH VERY PATHETICALLY APPLIES A SIMILAR IMAGE EVEN NOW WHEN ALPINE SOLITUDES ASCEND I SIT ME DOWN A PENSIVE HOUR TO SPEND LIKE YON NEGLECTED SHRUB AT RANDOM CAST THAT SHADES THE STEEP AND SIGHS AT EVERY BLAST
phonemes: ɡˈoʊldsmɪθ vˈɛɹi pɐθˈɛɾɪkli ɐplˈaɪz ɐ sˈɪmɪlɚɹ ˈɪmɪdʒ: ˈɛən nˈaʊ wˌɛɹ ˈælpaɪn sˈɑːlɪtˌuːdz ɐsˈɛnd, aɪ sˈɪt mˌiː dˌaʊn ɐ pˈɛnsɪv ˈaʊɚ tə spˈɛnd, lˈaɪk jˈɑːn nᵻɡlˈɛktᵻd ʃɹˈʌb æt ɹˈændəm kˈæst, ðæt ʃˈeɪdz ðə stˈiːp, ænd sˈaɪz æɾ ˈɛvɹi blˈæst.