text_original: Lost but to sight; in fame alive, Long shall his name our blinding tears survive, And numbers from his dust, true virtue long derive.
text_transcription: LOST BUT TO SIGHT IN FAME ALIVE LONG SHALL HIS NAME OUR BLINDING TEARS SURVIVE AND NUMBERS FROM HIS DUST TRUE VIRTUE LONG DERIVE
phonemes: lˈɔst bˌʌt tə sˈaɪt; ɪn fˈeɪm ɐlˈaɪv, lˈɔŋ ʃˌæl hɪz nˈeɪm ˌaʊɚ blˈaɪndɪŋ tˈɪɹz sɚvˈaɪv, ænd nˈʌmbɚz fɹʌm hɪz dˈʌst, tɹˈuː vˈɜːtʃuː lˈɔŋ dᵻɹˈaɪv.