text_original: IX "Till, in Time's stayless stealthy swing, Uncompromising rude reality Mangled the Monarch of our fashioning, Who quavered, sank; and now has ceased to be.
text_transcription: NINE TILL IN TIME'S STAYLESS STEALTHY SWING UNCOMPROMISING RUDE REALITY MANGLED THE MONARCH OF OUR FASHIONING WHO QUAVERED SANK AND NOW HAS CEASED TO BE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən nˈaɪn "tˈɪl, ɪn tˈaɪmz stˈeɪləs stˈɛlθi swˈɪŋ, ʌŋkˈɑːmpɹəmˌaɪzɪŋ ɹˈuːd ɹɪˈælᵻɾi mˈæŋɡəld ðə mˈɑːnɚk ʌv ˌaʊɚ fˈæʃənɪŋ, hˌuː kwˈeɪvɚd, sˈæŋk; ænd nˈaʊ hɐz sˈiːst tə bˈiː.