text_original: Therefore I cannot think thee wholly gone; The better part of thee is with us still; Thy soul its hampering clay aside hath thrown, And only freer wrestles with the Ill.
text_transcription: THEREFORE I CANNOT THINK THEE WHOLLY GONE THE BETTER PART OF THEE IS WITH US STILL THY SOUL ITS HAMPERING CLAY ASIDE HATH THROWN AND ONLY FREER WRESTLES WITH THE ILL
phonemes: ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ aɪ kænˈɑːt θˈɪŋk ðiː hˈoʊli ɡˈɔn; ðə bˈɛɾɚ pˈɑːɹt ʌv ðiː ɪz wɪð ˌʌs stˈɪl; ðˌaɪ sˈoʊl ɪts hˈæmpɚɹɪŋ klˈeɪ ɐsˈaɪd hæθ θɹˈoʊn, ænd ˈoʊnli fɹˈiːɚ ɹˈɛsəlz wɪððɪ ˈɪl.