text_original: And from our fire the ravished flame swept back, Like yellow hair of one who flies apace, Compelled in lands barbarian to race With lions on her track.
text_transcription: AND FROM OUR FIRE THE RAVISHED FLAME SWEPT BACK LIKE YELLOW HAIR OF ONE WHO FLIES APACE COMPELLED IN LANDS BARBARIAN TO RACE WITH LION ON HER TRACK
phonemes: ænd fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ fˈaɪɚ ðə ɹˈævɪʃt flˈeɪm swˈɛpt bˈæk, lˈaɪk jˈɛloʊ hˈɛɹ ʌv wˈʌn hˌuː flˈaɪz ɐpˈeɪs, kəmpˈɛld ɪn lˈændz bɑːɹbˈɛɹiən tə ɹˈeɪs wɪð lˈaɪənz ˌɔn hɜː tɹˈæk.