text_original: A fortnight's exercises lost, ere I began them, when, The following morning at my door, there came that tap again; A woman with an anguished face implored me to forego My music for some days to come  a man was dead below.
text_transcription: A FORTNIGHT'S EXERCISE IS LOST ERE I BEGAN THEN WHEN THE FOLLOWING MORNING AT MY DOOR THERE CAME THAT TAP AGAIN A WOMAN WITH AN ANGUISHED FACE IMPLORED ME TO FOREGO MY MUSIC FOR SOME DAYS TO COME A MAN WAS DEAD BELOW
phonemes: ɐ fˈɔːɹtnaɪts ˈɛksɚsˌaɪzᵻz lˈɔst, ˈɛɹ aɪ bɪɡˈæn ðˌɛm, wˌɛn, ðə fˈɑːloʊɪŋ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ æt maɪ dˈɔːɹ, ðɛɹ kˈeɪm ðæt tˈæp ɐɡˈɛn; ɐ wˈʊmən wɪð ɐn ˈæŋɡwɪʃt fˈeɪs ɪmplˈɔːɹd mˌiː tə fɔːɹɡˈoʊ maɪ mjˈuːzɪk fɔːɹ sˌʌm dˈeɪz tə kˈʌm ɐ mˈæn wʌz dˈɛd bᵻlˈoʊ.