text_original: How towers he, too, amid the billowed snows, An unquelled exile from the summer's throne, Whose plain, uncinctured front more kingly shows, Now that the obscuring courtier leaves are flown.
text_transcription: HOW TOWERS HE TOO AMID THE BILLOWED SNOWS AN UNQUELLED EXILE FROM SUMMER'S THRONE WHOSE PLAIN UNCINCTURED FRONT MORE KINGLY SHOWS NOW THAT THE OBSCURING COURTIER LEAVES ARE FLOWN
phonemes: hˌaʊ tˈaʊɚz hiː, tˈuː, ɐmˈɪd ðə bˈɪloʊd snˈoʊz, ɐn ʌŋkwˈɛld ˈɛɡzaɪl fɹʌmðə sˈʌmɚz θɹˈoʊn, hˌuːz plˈeɪn, ʌnsˈɪŋktʃɚd fɹˈʌnt mˈɔːɹ kˈɪŋli ʃˈoʊz, nˈaʊ ðætðɪ əbskjˈʊɹɹɪŋ kˈɔːɹɾiɚ lˈiːvz ɑːɹ flˈoʊn.