text_original: His ruddy cheek retained its streak, No danger seem'd to shrink him: His step still bold  of mortal mould The crew could hardly think him: The Lady of the Lake, he seem'd To know; could never sink him.
text_transcription: HIS RUDDY CHEEK RETAINED ITS STREAK NO DANGER SEEMED TO SHRINK HIM HIS STEPS STILL BOLD OF MORTAL MOULD THE CREW COULD HARDLY THINK HIM THE LADY OF THE LAKE HE SEEMED TO KNOW COULD NEVER SINK HIM
phonemes: hɪz ɹˈʌdi tʃˈiːk ɹᵻtˈeɪnd ɪts stɹˈiːk, nˈoʊ dˈeɪndʒɚ sˈiːmd tə ʃɹˈɪŋk hˌɪm: hɪz stˈɛp stˈɪl bˈoʊld ʌv mˈɔːɹɾəl mˈoʊld ðə kɹˈuː kʊd hˈɑːɹdli θˈɪŋk hˌɪm: ðə lˈeɪdi ʌvðə lˈeɪk, hiː sˈiːmd tə nˈoʊ; kʊd nˈɛvɚ sˈɪŋk hˌɪm.