text_original: For never venial sin had strength to bind In trance so grim despair so terrible. 105 REMORSE Gaze I but the stainless wave shall not assoil ! Listen ! but ever in thy soul must ring The ghostly death cry of a Cause betrayed, — An empire lost, a people cast to doom! So might the Spirit of our tragic orb Behold, aghast with years, its fell result.
text_transcription: FOR NEVER VENIAL SIN HAD STRENGTH TO BIND ENTRANCE SO GRIM DESPAIR SO TERRIBLE GAZE BUT THE STAINLESS WAVE SHALL NOT ASSOIL LISTEN BUT EVER IN THY SOUL MUST RING THE GHOSTLY DEATH CRY OF A CAUSE BETRAYED AN EMPIRE LOST A PEOPLE CAST TO DOOM SO MIGHT THE SPIRIT OF OUR TRAGIC ORB BEHOLD AGHAST WITH YEARS ITS FELL RESULT
phonemes: fɔːɹ nˈɛvɚ vˈiːnɪəl sˈɪn hæd stɹˈɛŋθ tə bˈaɪnd ɪn tɹˈæns sˌoʊ ɡɹˈɪm dᵻspˈɛɹ sˌoʊ tˈɛɹᵻbəl. wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈaɪv ɹᵻmˈɔːɹs ɡˈeɪz aɪ bˌʌt ðə stˈeɪnləs wˈeɪv ʃˌæl nˌɑːt ɐsˈɔɪl ! lˈɪsən ! bˌʌt ˈɛvɚɹ ɪn ðˌaɪ sˈoʊl mˈʌst ɹˈɪŋ ðə ɡˈoʊstli dˈɛθ kɹˈaɪ əvə kˈɔːz bᵻtɹˈeɪd, — ɐn ˈɛmpaɪɚ lˈɔst, ɐ pˈiːpəl kˈæst tə dˈuːm! sˌoʊ mˌaɪt ðə spˈɪɹɪt ʌv ˌaʊɚ tɹˈædʒɪk ˈɔːɹb bᵻhˈoʊld, ɐɡˈæst wɪð jˈɪɹz, ɪts fˈɛl ɹɪzˈʌlt.