text_original: V. His eye  a passenger was he, The cabin he had hired it,   His eye was gray, and when he look'd Around, the prospect fired it,   A fine poetic light, as if The Appe Nine inspir'd it.
text_transcription: FIVE HIS EYE A PASSENGER WAS HE THE CABIN HE HAD HIRED IT HIS EYE WAS GREY AND WHEN HE LOOKED AROUND THE PROSPECT FIRED IT A FINE POETIC LIGHT AS IF THE APENNINE INSPIRED IT
phonemes: vˈiː. hɪz ˈaɪ ɐ pˈæsɪndʒɚ wʌz hiː, ðə kˈæbɪn hiː hæd hˈaɪɚd ɪt,   hɪz ˈaɪ wʌz ɡɹˈeɪ, ænd wɛn hiː lˈʊkd ɚɹˈaʊnd, ðə pɹˈɑːspɛkt fˈaɪɚd ɪt,   ɐ fˈaɪn poʊˈɛɾɪk lˈaɪt, æz ɪf ðɪ ɐpˈɛ nˈaɪn ˈɪnspɪɹd ɪt.