text_original: There is not strength in it left to splinter Tall oaks, nor frost in his breath to sting: Yet it is but a breath as of winter, And it is not the hand of spring.
text_transcription: THERE IS NOT STRENGTH IN IT LEFT TO SPLINTER TALL OAKS NOR FROST IN HIS BREATH TO STING YET IT IS BUT A BREATH AS OF WINTER AND IT IS NOT THE HAND OF SPRING
phonemes: ðɛɹ ɪz nˌɑːt stɹˈɛŋθ ɪn ɪt lˈɛft tə splˈɪntɚ tˈɔːl ˈoʊks, nˈɔːɹ fɹˈɔst ɪn hɪz bɹˈɛθ tə stˈɪŋ: jˈɛt ɪɾ ɪz bˌʌt ɐ bɹˈɛθ æz ʌv wˈɪntɚ, ænd ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːt ðə hˈænd ʌv spɹˈɪŋ.