text_original: Bianca!  fair Bianca!  who could dwell With safety on her dark and hazel gaze, Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell, Fatal to balmy nights and blessed days?
text_transcription: BIANCA FAIR BIANCA WHO COULD DWELL WITH SAFETY ON HER DARK AND HAZEL GAZE NOR FIND THERE LURKED IN IT A WITCHING SPELL FATAL TO BALMY NIGHTS AND BLESSED DAYS
phonemes: bɪˈɑːŋkə!  fˈɛɹ bɪˈɑːŋkə!  hˌuː kʊd dwˈɛl wɪð sˈeɪfti ˌɔn hɜː dˈɑːɹk ænd hˈeɪzəl ɡˈeɪz, nˈɔːɹ fˈaɪnd ðɛɹ lˈɜːkd ɪn ɪɾ ɐ wˈɪtʃɪŋ spˈɛl, fˈeɪɾəl tə bˈɑːmi nˈaɪts ænd blˈɛst dˈeɪz?