text_original: You respect no hoary wrong More for having triumphed long; Its past victims, haggard throng, From the mould You unbury: swords and spears Weaker are than poor men's tears, Weaker than your silent years, Hunger and Cold!
text_transcription: YOU RESPECT NO HOARY WRONG MORE FOR HAVING TRIUMPHED LONG ITS PAST VICTIMS HAGGARD THRONG FROM THE MOULD YOU UNBURY SWORDS AND SPEARS WEAKER ART THAN POOR MEN'S TEARS WEAKER THAN YOUR SILENT YEARS HUNGER AND COLD
phonemes: juː ɹᵻspˈɛkt nˈoʊ hˈɔːɹi ɹˈɔŋ mˈɔːɹ fɔːɹ hˌævɪŋ tɹˈaɪʌmft lˈɔŋ; ɪts pˈæst vˈɪktɪmz, hˈæɡɚd θɹˈɔŋ, fɹʌmðə mˈoʊld juː ʌnbˈɛɹi: sˈɔːɹdz ænd spˈɪɹz wˈiːkɚɹ ɑːɹ ðɐn pˈʊɹ mˈɛnz tˈɪɹz, wˈiːkɚ ðɐn jʊɹ sˈaɪlənt jˈɪɹz, hˈʌŋɡɚɹ ænd kˈoʊld!