text_original: For me sweet Love had forged a milder spell; But Myrtale still kept me her fond slave, More stormy she than the tempestuous swell That crests Calabria's wave.
text_transcription: FOR ME SWEET LOVE HAD FORGED A MILDER SPELL BUT MYR TALE STILL KEPT ME HER FOND SLAVE MORE STORMY SHE THAN THE TEMPESTUOUS SWELL THAT CRESTS CALABRIA'S WAVE
phonemes: fɔːɹ mˌiː swˈiːt lˈʌv hæd fˈɔːɹdʒd ɐ mˈaɪldɚ spˈɛl; bˌʌt mˈɪətˌeɪl stˈɪl kˈɛpt mˌiː hɜː fˈɑːnd slˈeɪv, mˈɔːɹ stˈɔːɹmi ʃiː ðɐn ðə tɛmpˈɛstʃuːəs swˈɛl ðæt kɹˈɛsts kælˈæbɹiəz wˈeɪv.