text_original: Now the frost pricketh sore, then the sun glances ; Now the rain beateth down, then the snow falleth, Nothing the cheery, brave Springtime appalleth.
text_transcription: NOW THE FROST PIKETH SORE THEN THE SUN GLANCES NOW THE RAIN BEATHETH DOWN THEN THE SNOW FALLETH NOTHING THE CHEERY BRAVE SPRINGTIME APPALLETH
phonemes: nˈaʊ ðə fɹˈɔst pɹˈɪkəθ sˈɔːɹ, ðˈɛn ðə sˈʌn ɡlˈænsᵻz ; nˈaʊ ðə ɹˈeɪn bˈiːɾəθ dˈaʊn, ðˈɛn ðə snˈoʊ fˈɔːləθ, nˈʌθɪŋ ðə tʃˈɪɹi, bɹˈeɪv spɹˈɪŋtaɪm ɐpˈɔːləθ.