text_original: And never wilt thou conjure from the past The dread and bitter field of Waterloo; Thy trembling hands will never pluck again Its roses or its rue.
text_transcription: AND NEVER WILT THOU CONJURE FROM THE PAST THE DREAD AND BITTER FIELD OF WATERLOO THY TREMBLING HANDS WILL NEVER PLUCK AGAIN ITS ROSES OR ITS RUE
phonemes: ænd nˈɛvɚ wˈɪlt ðˈaʊ kˈʌndʒɚ fɹʌmðə pˈæst ðə dɹˈɛd ænd bˈɪɾɚ fˈiːld ʌv wˈɔːɾɚlˌuː; ðˌaɪ tɹˈɛmblɪŋ hˈændz wɪl nˈɛvɚ plˈʌk ɐɡˈɛn ɪts ɹˈoʊzᵻz ɔːɹ ɪts ɹˈuː.