text_original: XXVI. At fifteen chimes she was but half a nun, By twenty she had quite renounced the veil; She thought of Julio just at twenty one, And thirty made her very sad and pale, To paint that ruin where her charms would run; At forty all the maid began to fail, And thought no higher, as the late dream cross'd her, Of single blessedness, than single Gloster.
text_transcription: TWENTY SIX AT FIFTEEN TIMES SHE WAS BUT HALF A NUN BY TWENTY SHE HAD QUITE RENOUNCED THE VEIL SHE THOUGHT OF JULIA JUST AT TWENTY ONE AND THIRTY MADE HER VERY SAD AND PALE TO PAINT THAT RUIN WHERE HER CHARMS WOULD RUN AT FORTY ALL THE MAID BEGAN TO FAIL AND THOUGHT NO HIGHER AS THE LATE DREAM CROSSED HER OF SINGLE BLESSEDNESS THAN SINGLE GLOUCESTER
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛnti sˈɪks. æt fˈɪftiːn tʃˈaɪmz ʃiː wʌz bˌʌt hˈæf ɐ nˈʌn, baɪ twˈɛnti ʃiː hæd kwˈaɪt ɹᵻnˈaʊnst ðə vˈeɪl; ʃiː θˈɔːt ʌv dʒˈuːlɪˌoʊ dʒˈʌst æt twˈɛnti wˌʌn, ænd θˈɜːɾi mˌeɪd hɜː vˈɛɹi sˈæd ænd pˈeɪl, tə pˈeɪnt ðæt ɹˈuːɪn wˌɛɹ hɜː tʃˈɑːɹmz wʊd ɹˈʌn; æt fˈɔːɹɾi ˈɔːl ðə mˈeɪd bɪɡˈæn tə fˈeɪl, ænd θˈɔːt nˈoʊ hˈaɪɚ, æz ðə lˈeɪt dɹˈiːm kɹˈɔsd hɜː, ʌv sˈɪŋɡəl blˈɛstnəs, ðɐn sˈɪŋɡəl ɡlˈɑːstɚ.