text_original: Let Aristides, too, be there   The just one still; 'Tis not in Death  on land, or sea, or air, Such minds to kill. Let mighty shades press to the van   From Cataline's arraigner to the man Who raised a righteous wail for injured Hindostan.
text_transcription: LET ARISTIDES TOO BE THERE THE JUST ONE STILL TIS NOT IN DEATH ON LAND OR SEA OR AIR SUCH MINES TO KILL LET MIGHTY SHADES PRESS TO THE VAN FROM CATALINE'S ARENA TO THE MAN WHO RAISE THE RIGHTEOUS WAIL FOR INJURED HINDERSTAN
phonemes: lˈɛt ˈæɹɪstˌaɪdz, tˈuː, biː ðɛɹ ðə dʒˈʌst wˈʌn stˈɪl; tˈɪz nˌɑːt ɪn dˈɛθ ˌɔn lˈænd, ɔːɹ sˈiː, ɔːɹ ˈɛɹ, sˈʌtʃ mˈaɪndz tə kˈɪl. lˈɛt mˈaɪɾi ʃˈeɪdz pɹˈɛs tə ðə vˈæn fɹʌm kˈæɾəlˌaɪnz ɚɹˈeɪnɚ tə ðə mˈæn hˌuː ɹˈeɪzd ɐ ɹˈaɪtʃəs wˈeɪl fɔːɹ ˈɪndʒɚd hˌɪndəstˈɑːn.