text_original: ed Mayflower's prophet track To Europe, entering her blood red eclipse. BIBLIOLATRES. Bowing thyself in dust before a Book, And thinking the great God is thine alone, O rash iconoclast, thou wilt not brook What gods the heathen carves in wood and stone, As if the Shepherd who from outer cold Leads all his shivering lambs to one sure fold Were careful for the fashion of his crook.
text_transcription: BIBRIOLAUS BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL READ FOR LIBRIVOXEDOT ORK BY SONYA BIBLIOLAUS BOWING THYSELF IN DUST BEFORE BOOK AND THINKING THE GREAT GOD IS THINE ALONE O RASH ICONOCLAST THOU WILT NOT BROOK WHAT GODS THE HEATHEN CARVES IN WOOD AND STONE AS IF THE SHEPHERD WHO FROM OUT A COLD LEADS ALL HIS SHIVERING LAMBS TO ONE SURE FOLD WERE CAREFUL FOR THE FASHION OF HIS CROOK
phonemes: ˈɛd mˈeɪflaʊɚz pɹˈɑːfɪt tɹˈæk tə jˈʊɹɹəp, ˈɛntɚɹɪŋ hɜː blˈʌd ɹˈɛd ɪklˈɪps. bˈɪblɪˌɑːlæɾɚz. bˈaʊɪŋ ðaɪsˈɛlf ɪn dˈʌst bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɐ bˈʊk, ænd θˈɪŋkɪŋ ðə ɡɹˈeɪt ɡˈɑːd ɪz ðaɪn ɐlˈoʊn, ˈoʊ ɹˈæʃ ˈaɪkənˌɑːklæst, ðˈaʊ wˈɪlt nˌɑːt bɹˈʊk wʌt ɡˈɑːdz ðə hˈiːðən kˈɑːɹvz ɪn wˈʊd ænd stˈoʊn, æz ɪf ðə ʃˈɛpɚd hˌuː fɹʌm ˈaʊɾɚ kˈoʊld lˈiːdz ˈɔːl hɪz ʃˈɪvɚɹɪŋ lˈæmz tə wˈʌn ʃˈʊɹ fˈoʊld wɜː kˈɛɹfəl fɚðə fˈæʃən ʌv hɪz kɹˈʊk.