text_original: Wondrous and awful are thy silent halls, O kingdom of the past! There lie the bygone ages in their palls, Guarded by shadows vast,   There all is hushed and breathless, Save when some image of old error falls Earth worshipped once as deathless.
text_transcription: WONDROUS AND AWFUL ARE THY SILENT HALLS O KINGDOM OF THE PAST THERE LIE THE BYGONE AGES IN THEIR PALLS GUARDED BY SHADOWS VAST THERE ALL IS HUSHED AND BREATHLESS SAVE WHEN SOME IMAGE OF OLD ERROR FALLS EARTH WORSHIPPED ONCE AS DEATHLESS
phonemes: wˈʌndɹəs ænd ˈɔːfəl ɑːɹ ðˌaɪ sˈaɪlənt hˈɔːlz, ˈoʊ kˈɪŋdəm ʌvðə pˈæst! ðɛɹ lˈaɪ ðə bˈaɪɡɑːn ˈeɪdʒᵻz ɪn ðɛɹ pˈɔːlz, ɡˈɑːɹdᵻd baɪ ʃˈædoʊz vˈæst,   ðɛɹ ˈɔːl ɪz hˈʌʃt ænd bɹˈɛθləs, sˈeɪv wɛn sˌʌm ˈɪmɪdʒ ʌv ˈoʊld ˈɛɹɚ fˈɔːlz ˈɜːθ wˈɜːʃɪpt wˈʌns æz dˈɛθləs.