text_original: Bianca!  fair Bianca!  who could dwell With safety on her dark and hazel gaze, Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell, Fatal to balmy nights and blessed days? The peaceful breath that made the bosom swell, She turn'd to gas, and set it in a blaze; Each eye of hers had Love's Eupyrion in it, That he could light his link at in a minute.
text_transcription: BIANCA FAIR BIANCA WHO COULD DWELL WITH SAFETY ON HER DARK AND HAZEL GAZE NOR FIND THERE LURKED IN IT A WITCHING SPELL FATAL TO BALMY NIGHTS AND BLESSED DAYS THE PEACEFUL BREATH THAT MADE THE BOSOM SWELL SHE TURNED TO GAS AND SET IT IN A BLAZE EACH EYE OF HERS HAD LOVE'S EW PERIOD IN IT THAT HE COULD LIGHT HIS LINK AT IN A MINUTE
phonemes: bɪˈɑːŋkə!  fˈɛɹ bɪˈɑːŋkə!  hˌuː kʊd dwˈɛl wɪð sˈeɪfti ˌɔn hɜː dˈɑːɹk ænd hˈeɪzəl ɡˈeɪz, nˈɔːɹ fˈaɪnd ðɛɹ lˈɜːkd ɪn ɪɾ ɐ wˈɪtʃɪŋ spˈɛl, fˈeɪɾəl tə bˈɑːmi nˈaɪts ænd blˈɛst dˈeɪz? ðə pˈiːsfəl bɹˈɛθ ðæt mˌeɪd ðə bˈʊzəm swˈɛl, ʃiː tˈɜːnd tə ɡˈæs, ænd sˈɛt ɪɾ ɪn ɐ blˈeɪz; ˈiːtʃ ˈaɪ ʌv hɜːz hæd lˈʌvz juːpˈɪɹiən ɪn ɪt, ðæt hiː kʊd lˈaɪt hɪz lˈɪŋk æɾ ɪn ɐ mˈɪnɪt.