text_original: My foe looked on the while I ran; A scornful triumph lit his eyes. With that perverseness born in man, I nerved myself, and won the prize.
text_transcription: MY FOE LOOKED ON THE WHILE I RAN A SCORNFUL TRIUMPH LIT HIS EYES WITH THAT PERVERSENESS BORN IN MAN I NERVED MYSELF AND WON THE PRIZE
phonemes: maɪ fˈoʊ lˈʊkt ɔnðə wˌaɪl aɪ ɹˈæn; ɐ skˈɔːɹnfəl tɹˈaɪʌmf lˈɪt hɪz ˈaɪz. wɪð ðæt pɚvˈɜːsnəs bˈɔːɹn ɪn mˈæn, aɪ nˈɜːvd maɪsˈɛlf, ænd wˈʌn ðə pɹˈaɪz.