text_original: With tears his laurels still are wet; But now we smile, whose hearts have known The fault that harmed himself alone, — The art that left a world in debt.
text_transcription: WITH TEARS HIS LAURELS STILL ARE WET BUT NOW WE SMILE WHOSE HEARTS HAVE KNOWN THE FAULT THAT HARMED HIMSELF ALONE THE ART THAT LEFT THE WORLD IN DEBT
phonemes: wɪð tˈɪɹz hɪz lˈɔːɹəlz stˈɪl ɑːɹ wˈɛt; bˌʌt nˈaʊ wiː smˈaɪl, hˌuːz hˈɑːɹts hæv nˈoʊn ðə fˈɔlt ðæt hˈɑːɹmd hɪmsˈɛlf ɐlˈoʊn, — ðɪ ˈɑːɹt ðæt lˈɛft ɐ wˈɜːld ɪn dˈɛt.