text_original: MESSENGER WITH BOW STRING 151 THE MESSENGER WITH THE BOW STRING INTO the banquet hall of all delights Grimly he forced his way, Amid the perfumes and the fairy lights, And trickling fountain spray, Where mandolins were sounding low and sweet, And on the marble tiles Twinkled and shone the dancers ' slender feet, And all was joy and smiles.
text_transcription: READ FOR THE BRIVOXEDOT ORK BY SONYA THE MESSENGER WITH THE BOWSTRING INTO THE BANQUET HALL OF ALL DELIGHTS GRIMLY HE FORCED HIS WAY AMID THE PERFUMES AND THE FAIRY LIGHTS AND TRICKLING FOUNTAIN SPRAY WHERE MANDOLINS WERE SOUNDING LOW AND SWEET AND ON THE MARBLE TILES TWINKLED AND SHONE THE DANCER'S SLENDER FEET AND ALL WAS JOY AND SMILES
phonemes: mˈɛsɪndʒɚ wɪð bˈoʊ stɹˈɪŋ wˈʌnhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɪfti wˈʌn ðə mˈɛsɪndʒɚ wɪððə bˈoʊ stɹˈɪŋ ˌɪntʊ ðə bˈæŋkwɪt hˈɔːl ʌv ˈɔːl dᵻlˈaɪts ɡɹˈɪmli hiː fˈɔːɹst hɪz wˈeɪ, ɐmˈɪd ðə pˈɜːfjuːmz ænd ðə fˈɛɹi lˈaɪts, ænd tɹˈɪklɪŋ fˈaʊntɪn spɹˈeɪ, wˌɛɹ mˈændəlˌɪnz wɜː sˈaʊndɪŋ lˈoʊ ænd swˈiːt, ænd ɔnðə mˈɑːɹbəl tˈaɪlz twˈɪŋkəld ænd ʃˈɑːn ðə dˈænsɚz slˈɛndɚ fˈiːt, ænd ˈɔːl wʌz dʒˈɔɪ ænd smˈaɪlz.