text_original: Said the glass of wine to his paler brother: "Let us tell tales of the past to each other. I can tell of banquet, and revel, and mirth, Where I was king, for I ruled in might; And the proudest and grandest souls on earth Fell under my touch, as though struck with blight.
text_transcription: SET A GLASS OF WINE TO HIS PALER BROTHER LET US TELL TALES OF THE PAST TO EACH OTHER I CAN TELL OF BANQUET AND REVEL AND MIRTH WHERE I WAS KING FOR I RULED IN MIGHT AND THE PROUDEST AND GRANDEST SOULS ON EARTH FELL UNDER MY TOUCH AS THOUGH STRUCK WITH BLIGHT
phonemes: sˈɛd ðə ɡlˈæs ʌv wˈaɪn tə hɪz pˈeɪlɚ bɹˈʌðɚ: "lˈɛt ˌʌs tˈɛl tˈeɪlz ʌvðə pˈæst tʊ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚ. aɪ kæn tˈɛl ʌv bˈæŋkwɪt, ænd ɹˈɛvəl, ænd mˈɜːθ, wˌɛɹ aɪ wʌz kˈɪŋ, fɔːɹ aɪ ɹˈuːld ɪn mˈaɪt; ænd ðə pɹˈaʊdɪst ænd ɡɹˈændɪst sˈoʊlz ˌɔn ˈɜːθ fˈɛl ˌʌndɚ maɪ tˈʌtʃ, æz ðˌoʊ stɹˈʌk wɪð blˈaɪt.