text_original: Or she would have reigned At a dinner to night With ardours unfeigned, And a generous delight; All in her abode She'd have freely bestowed On her guests . . . But alas, She is shut under grass Where no cups flow, Powerless to know That it might be so.
text_transcription: OR SHE WOULD HAVE RAINED AT A DINNER TO NIGHT WITH ARDOURS UNFEIGNED AND A GENEROUS DELIGHT ALL IN HER ABODE SHE'D HAVE FREELY BESTOWED ON HER GUESTS BUT ALAS SHE IS SHUT UNDER GRASS WHERE NO CUPS FLOW POWERLESS TO KNOW THAT IT MIGHT BE SO
phonemes: ɔːɹ ʃiː wʊdhɐv ɹˈeɪnd æɾə dˈɪnɚ tə nˈaɪt wɪð ˈɑːɹdɚz ʌnfˈeɪnd, ænd ɐ dʒˈɛnɚɹəs dᵻlˈaɪt; ˈɔːl ɪn hɜːɹ ɐbˈoʊd ʃiːd hæv fɹˈiːli bᵻstˈoʊd ˌɔn hɜː ɡˈɛsts . . . bˌʌt ɐlˈæs, ʃiː ɪz ʃˈʌt ˌʌndɚ ɡɹˈæs wˌɛɹ nˈoʊ kˈʌps flˈoʊ, pˈaʊɚləs tə nˈoʊ ðˌɐɾɪt mˌaɪt biː sˈoʊ.