text_original: A little of thy merriment, Of thy sparkling, light content, Give me, my cheerful brook,   That I may still be full of glee And gladsomeness, where'er I be, Though fickle fate hath prisoned me In some neglected nook.
text_transcription: A LITTLE OF THY MERRIMENT OF THY SPARKLING LIGHT CONTENT GIVE ME MY CHEERFUL BROOK THAT I MAY STILL BE FULL OF GLEE AND GLADSOMENESS WHEREVER I BE THOUGH FICKLE FATE HATH PRISONED ME IN SOME NEGLECTED NOOK
phonemes: ɐ lˈɪɾəl ʌv ðˌaɪ mˈɛɹɪmənt, ʌv ðˌaɪ spˈɑːɹklɪŋ, lˈaɪt kˈɑːntɛnt, ɡˈɪv mˌiː, maɪ tʃˈɪɹfəl bɹˈʊk,   ðæt aɪ mˈeɪ stˈɪl biː fˈʊl ʌv ɡlˈiː ænd ɡlˈædsʌmnəs, wˈɛɹɚɹ aɪ bˈiː, ðˌoʊ fˈɪkəl fˈeɪt hæθ pɹˈɪzənd mˌiː ɪn sˌʌm nᵻɡlˈɛktᵻd nˈʊk.