text_original: VII. Bianca's heart was coldly frosted o'er With snows unmelting  an eternal sheet, But his was red within him, like the core Of old Vesuvius, with perpetual heat; And oft he longed internally to pour His flames and glowing lava at her feet, But when his burnings he began to spout. She stopp'd his mouth, and put the _crater_ out.
text_transcription: SEVEN BIANCA'S HEART WAS COLDLY FROSTED OVER WITH SNOWS UNMELTING AN ETERNAL SHEET BUT HIS WAS RED WITHIN HIM LIKE THE CORE OF OLD VESUVIUS WITH PERPETUAL HEAT AND OFT HE LONGED INTERNALLY TO POUR HIS FLAMES AND GLOWING LAVA AT HER FEET BUT WHEN HIS BURNINGS HE BEGAN TO SPOUT SHE STOPPED HIS MOUTH AND PUT THE CRATER OUT
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən sˈɛvən. bɪˈɑːŋkəz hˈɑːɹt wʌz kˈoʊldli fɹˈɔstᵻd ˈɔːɹ wɪð snˈoʊz ʌnmˈɛltɪŋ ɐn ɪtˈɜːnəl ʃˈiːt, bˌʌt hɪz wʌz ɹˈɛd wɪðˈɪn hˌɪm, lˈaɪk ðə kˈɔːɹ ʌv ˈoʊld vɛsˈuːvɪəs, wɪð pɚpˈɛtʃuːəl hˈiːt; ænd ˈɔft hiː lˈɔŋd ɪntˈɜːnəli tə pˈɔːɹ hɪz flˈeɪmz ænd ɡlˈoʊɪŋ lˈɑːvə æt hɜː fˈiːt, bˌʌt wɛn hɪz bˈɜːnɪŋz hiː bɪɡˈæn tə spˈaʊt. ʃiː stˈɑːpd hɪz mˈaʊθ, ænd pˌʊt ðə kɹˈeɪɾɚɹ ˈaʊt.