text_original: Look ! " Where rose the city's gate In majestic, sculptured state, From a far off battle  plain, Through the javelins' silver rain Bearing buckler, lance, and shield, And their standard's glittering field, Eager, yet with shout nor din, Came a great host trooping in. Burned their eyes with martial fire. And the glow of proud desire.
text_transcription: LOOK WHERE ROSE THE CITY'S GATE IN MAJESTIC SCULPTURED STATE FROM A FAR OFF BATTLE PLAIN THROUGH THE JAVELIN'S SILVER RAIN BEARING BUCKLER LANCE AND SHIELD AND THEIR STANDARDS GLITTERING FIELD EAGER YET WITH SHOUT NOR DIN CAME A GREAT HOST TROOPING IN BURNED THEIR EYES WITH MARTIAL FIRE AND THE GLOW OF PROUD DESIRE
phonemes: lˈʊk ! " wˌɛɹ ɹˈoʊz ðə sˈɪɾiz ɡˈeɪt ɪn mɐdʒˈɛstɪk, skˈʌlptʃɚd stˈeɪt, fɹʌm ɐ fˈɑːɹ ˈɔf bˈæɾəl plˈeɪn, θɹuː ðə dʒˈævəlɪnz sˈɪlvɚ ɹˈeɪn bˈɛɹɪŋ bˈʌklɚ, lˈæns, ænd ʃˈiːld, ænd ðɛɹ stˈændɚdz ɡlˈɪɾɚɹɪŋ fˈiːld, ˈiːɡɚ, jˈɛt wɪð ʃˈaʊt nˈɔːɹ dˈɪn, kˈeɪm ɐ ɡɹˈeɪt hˈoʊst tɹˈuːpɪŋ ˈɪn. bˈɜːnd ðɛɹ ˈaɪz wɪð mˈɑːɹʃəl fˈaɪɚ. ænd ðə ɡlˈoʊ ʌv pɹˈaʊd dɪzˈaɪɚ.