text_original: Few were our tears, old Fifty five, hadst thou Consigned alone the noisome vampire band To disappointment blank, and carking woe: But thou with undiscriminating hand Hast flung on poverty's inclement strand Full many a one styled "noblest work of God."
text_transcription: FEW WERE ARD YEARS OLD FIFTY FIVE HADST THOU CONSIGNED ALONE THE NOISOME VAMPIRE BAND TO DISAPPOINTMENT BLANK AND CARKING WOE BUT THOU WITH UNDISCRIMINATING HAND HAST FLUNG ON POVERTY'S INCLEMEN STRAND FULL MANY A ONE STYLED NOBLEST WORK OF GOD
phonemes: fjˈuː wɜːɹ ˌaʊɚ tˈɪɹz, ˈoʊld fˈɪfti fˈaɪv, hˈædst ðˈaʊ kənsˈaɪnd ɐlˈoʊn ðə nˈɔɪsʌm vˈæmpaɪɚ bˈænd tə dˌɪsɐpˈɔɪntmənt blˈæŋk, ænd kˈɑːɹkɪŋ wˈoʊ: bˌʌt ðˈaʊ wɪð ʌndɪskɹˈɪmᵻnˌeɪɾɪŋ hˈænd hˈeɪst flˈʌŋ ˌɔn pˈɑːvɚɾiz ɪŋklˈɛmənt stɹˈænd fˈʊl mˈɛni ɐ wˈʌn stˈaɪld "nˈoʊbəlɪst wˈɜːk ʌv ɡˈɑːd."