text_original: Can this be thou who, lean and pale, With such immitigable eye Didst look upon those writhing souls in bale, And note each vengeance, and pass by Unmoved, save when thy heart by chance Cast backward one forbidden glance, And saw Francesca, with child's glee, Subdue and mount thy wild horse knee And with proud hands control its fiery prance?
text_transcription: CAN THIS BE THOU WHO LEAN AND PALE WITH SUCH IMMITIGABLE EYE DIDST LOOK UPON THOSE RISING SOULS IN BALE AND NOTE EACH VENGEANCE AND PASS BY UNMOVED SAVE WHEN THY HEART BY CHANCE CAST BACKWARD ONE FORBIDDEN GLANCE AND SAW FRANCESCA WITH CHILD'S GLEE SUBDUE AND MOUNT THY WILD HORSE KNEE AND WITH PROUD HANDS CONTROL ITS FIERY PRENS
phonemes: kæn ðɪs biː ðˈaʊ hˈuː, lˈiːn ænd pˈeɪl, wɪð sˈʌtʃ ɪmˈɪɾaɪɡəbəl ˈaɪ dˈɪdst lˈʊk əpˌɑːn ðoʊz ɹˈaɪðɪŋ sˈoʊlz ɪn bˈeɪl, ænd nˈoʊt ˈiːtʃ vˈɛndʒəns, ænd pˈæs baɪ ʌnmˈuːvd, sˈeɪv wɛn ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt baɪ tʃˈæns kˈæst bˈækwɚd wˈʌn fɚbˈɪdən ɡlˈæns, ænd sˈɔː fɹˈæntʃɛskə, wɪð tʃˈaɪldz ɡlˈiː, sʌbdˈuː ænd mˈaʊnt ðˌaɪ wˈaɪld hˈɔːɹs nˈiː ænd wɪð pɹˈaʊd hˈændz kəntɹˈoʊl ɪts fˈaɪɚɹi pɹˈæns?