text_original: And feelest thou no pangs of beauty lost, When morning waves or waters sunset crost Cry to thy soul, unsatisfied, alone.
text_transcription: AND FEELEST THOU NO PANGS OF BEAUTY LOST WHEN MORNING WAVES OR WATER'S SUNSET CROSSED CRY TO THY SOUL UNSATISFIED ALONE
phonemes: ænd fˈiːlɪst ðˈaʊ nˈoʊ pˈæŋz ʌv bjˈuːɾi lˈɔst, wˌɛn mˈɔːɹnɪŋ wˈeɪvz ɔːɹ wˈɔːɾɚz sˈʌnsɛt kɹˈɑːst kɹˈaɪ tə ðˌaɪ sˈoʊl, ʌnsˈæɾɪsfˌaɪd, ɐlˈoʊn.