text_original: Would, in thy beauty, we might all forget Dead days and old regret, And through thy realm might fare us forth to roam, Having no thought for home!
text_transcription: WOULD IN THY BEAUTY WE MIGHT ALL FORGET DEAD DAYS AND OLD REGRET AND THROUGH THY REALM MIGHT FARE US FORTH TO ROME HAVING NO THOUGHT FOR HOME
phonemes: wˈʊd, ɪn ðˌaɪ bjˈuːɾi, wiː mˌaɪt ˈɔːl fɚɡˈɛt dˈɛd dˈeɪz ænd ˈoʊld ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt, ænd θɹuː ðˌaɪ ɹˈɛlm mˌaɪt fˈɛɹ ˌʌs fˈɔːɹθ tə ɹˈoʊm, hˌævɪŋ nˈoʊ θˈɔːt fɔːɹ hˈoʊm!