text_original: That right Falernian friendship old Will we, to grace our feast, call up, And freely pour the juice of gold, That keeps life's pulses warm and bold, Till Death shall break the empty cup.
text_transcription: THAT RIGHT FOR LEARNING FRIENDSHIP OLD WHILE WE TO GRAZE OUR FEAST CALL UP AND FREELY POUR THE JUICE OF GOLD THAT KEEPS LIFE'S PULSES WARM AND BOLD TILL DEATH SHALL BREAK THE EMPTY CUP
phonemes: ðæt ɹˈaɪt fˈælɚnˌiən fɹˈɛndʃɪp ˈoʊld wˈɪl wiː, tə ɡɹˈeɪs ˌaʊɚ fˈiːst, kˈɔːl ˈʌp, ænd fɹˈiːli pˈɔːɹ ðə dʒˈuːs ʌv ɡˈoʊld, ðæt kˈiːps lˈaɪfz pˈʌlsᵻz wˈɔːɹm ænd bˈoʊld, tˈɪl dˈɛθ ʃˌæl bɹˈeɪk ðɪ ˈɛmpti kˈʌp.