text_original: Thus thought I, as by night I read Of the great army of the dead, The trenches cold and damp, The starved and frozen camp, The wounded from the battle plain, In dreary hospitals of pain, The cheerless corridors, The cold and stony floors.
text_transcription: THUS THOUGHT I AS BY NIGHT I READ OF THE GREAT ARMY OF THE DEAD THE TRENCHES COLD AND DAMP THE STARVED AND FROZEN CAMP THE WOUNDED FROM THE BATTLE PLAIN IN DREARY HOSPITALS OF PAIN THE CHEERLESS CORRIDORS THE COLD AND STONY FLOORS
phonemes: ðˈʌs θˈɔːt ˈaɪ, æz baɪ nˈaɪt aɪ ɹˈiːd ʌvðə ɡɹˈeɪt ˈɑːɹmi ʌvðə dˈɛd, ðə tɹˈɛntʃᵻz kˈoʊld ænd dˈæmp, ðə stˈɑːɹvd ænd fɹˈoʊzən kˈæmp, ðə wˈuːndᵻd fɹʌmðə bˈæɾəl plˈeɪn, ɪn dɹˈɪɹi hˈɑːspɪɾəlz ʌv pˈeɪn, ðə tʃˈɪɹləs kˈɔɹɪdˌɔːɹz, ðə kˈoʊld ænd stˈoʊni flˈɔːɹz.