text_original: II. Hear him but speak, and you will feel The shadows of the Portico Over your tranquil spirit steal, To modulate all joy and woe To one subdued, subduing glow; Above our squabbling business hours, Like Phidian Jove's, his beauty lowers, His nature satirizes ours; A form and front of Attic grace, He shames the higgling market place, And dwarfs our more mechanic powers.
text_transcription: TWO HEAR HIM BUT SPEAK AND YOU WILL FEEL THE SHADOWS OF THE PORTICO OVER YOUR TRANQUIL SPIRIT STEAL TO MODULATE ALL JOY AND WOE TO ONE SUBDUED SUBDUING GLOW ABOVE OUR SQUABBLING BUSINESS HOURS LIKE PHIDIAN JOVI'S HIS BEAUTY LOWERS HIS NATURE SATIRIZES OURS A FORM AND FRONT OF ATTIC GRACE HE SHAMES THE HIGGLING MARKET PLACE AND DWARFS OUR MORE MECHANIC POWERS
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː. hˈɪɹ hˌɪm bˌʌt spˈiːk, ænd juː wɪl fˈiːl ðə ʃˈædoʊz ʌvðə pˈɔːɹɾɪkˌoʊ ˌoʊvɚ jʊɹ tɹˈæŋkwɪl spˈɪɹɪt stˈiːl, tə mˈɑːdʒuːlˌeɪt ˈɔːl dʒˈɔɪ ænd wˈoʊ tə wˈʌn sʌbdˈuːd, sʌbdˈuːɪŋ ɡlˈoʊ; əbˌʌv ˌaʊɚ skwˈɑːblɪŋ bˈɪznəs ˈaʊɚz, lˈaɪk fˈɪdiən dʒˈoʊvz, hɪz bjˈuːɾi lˈoʊɚz, hɪz nˈeɪtʃɚ sˈæɾɪɹˌaɪzᵻz aʊɚz; ɐ fˈɔːɹm ænd fɹˈʌnt ʌv ˈæɾɪk ɡɹˈeɪs, hiː ʃˈeɪmz ðə hˈɪɡlɪŋ mˈɑːɹkɪt plˈeɪs, ænd dwˈɔːɹfs ˌaʊɚ mˈɔːɹ mᵻkˈænɪk pˈaʊɚz.