text_original: Alas ' when \ve have long loved and revered the name of an unfortunate man, when in our secret sonl we have vowed everlasting devotion to his misfortunes, it is bitter to be repaid with ingratitude, to feel that we are forever disenchanted writh generosity, and that we must renounce HANS OF ICELAND. 345 the pure, sweet joys of loyal self sacrifice.
text_transcription: ALAS WHEN WE HAVE LONG LOVED AND REVERED THE NAME OF AN UNFORTUNATE MAN WHEN IN OUR SECRET SOUL WE HAVE VOWED EVERLASTING DEVOTION TO HIS MISFORTUNES IT IS BITTER TO BE REPAID WITH INGRATITUDE TO FEEL THAT WE ARE FOREVER DISENCHANTED WITH GENEROSITY AND THAT WE MUST RENOUNCE THE PURE SWEET JOYS OF LOYAL SELF SACRIFICE
phonemes: ɐlˈæs wɛn bˈækslæʃ vˈiː hæv lˈɔŋ lˈʌvd ænd ɹᵻvˈɪɹd ðə nˈeɪm əvən ʌnfˈɔːɹtʃənət mˈæn, wˌɛn ɪn ˌaʊɚ sˈiːkɹᵻt sˈɑːnəl wiː hæv vˈaʊd ˌɛvɚlˈæstɪŋ dɪvˈoʊʃən tə hɪz mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊnz, ɪɾ ɪz bˈɪɾɚ təbi ɹᵻpˈeɪd wɪð ɪŋɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd, tə fˈiːl ðæt wiː ɑːɹ fɚɹˈɛvɚ dˌɪsɛntʃˈæntᵻd ɹˈaɪð dʒˌɛnɚɹˈɔsᵻɾi, ænd ðæt wiː mˈʌst ɹᵻnˈaʊns hˈænz ʌv ˈaɪslənd. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹɾi fˈaɪv ðə pjˈʊɹ, swˈiːt dʒˈɔɪz ʌv lˈɔɪəl sˈɛlf sˈækɹᵻfˌaɪs.