text_original: Where are they — the songs unsung By the humbler bards whose lyres Through earth's lowly vales have rung, Like the notes of woodland choirs ? They whose silver sandalled feet Never climbed the clouds to meet
text_transcription: WHERE ARE THEY THE SONGS UNSUNG BY THE HUMBLER BARDS WHOSE LYRES THROUGH EARTH'S LOWLY VALES HAVE RUNG LIKE THE NOTES OF WOODLAND CHOIRS THEY WHOSE SILVER SANDALED FEET NEVER CLIMBED THE CLOUDS TO MEET
phonemes: wˈɛɹ ɑːɹ ðeɪ — ðə sˈɔŋz ʌnsˈʌŋ baɪ ðə hˈʌmblɚ bˈɑːɹdz hˌuːz lˈaɪɚz θɹuː ˈɜːθz lˈoʊli vˈeɪlz hæv ɹˈʌŋ, lˈaɪk ðə nˈoʊts ʌv wˈʊdlənd kwˈaɪɚz ? ðeɪ hˌuːz sˈɪlvɚ sˈændəld fˈiːt nˈɛvɚ klˈaɪmd ðə klˈaʊdz tə mˈiːt