text_original: Now the North froze them, now the hot South scorched. Some called to God, and found great comfort so; Some gnashed their teeth with curses, and some laughed An empty laughter, seeing they yet lived, So sweet was breath between their foolish lips.
text_transcription: NOW THE NORTH FROZE THEM NOW THE HOT SOUR SCORCHED SOME CALLED TO GOD AND FOUND GREAT COMFORT SO SOME GNASHED THEIR TEETH WITH CURSES AND SOME LAUGHED AND EMPTY LAUGHTER SEEING THEY YET LIVED SO SWEET WAS BREATH BETWEEN THEIR FOOLISH LIPS
phonemes: nˈaʊ ðə nˈɔːɹθ fɹˈoʊz ðˌɛm, nˈaʊ ðə hˈɑːt sˈaʊθ skˈɔːɹtʃt. sˌʌm kˈɔːld tə ɡˈɑːd, ænd fˈaʊnd ɡɹˈeɪt kˈʌmfɚt sˈoʊ; sˌʌm nˈæʃt ðɛɹ tˈiːθ wɪð kˈɜːsᵻz, ænd sˌʌm lˈæft ɐn ˈɛmpti lˈæftɚ, sˈiːɪŋ ðeɪ jˈɛt lˈɪvd, sˌoʊ swˈiːt wʌz bɹˈɛθ bᵻtwˌiːn ðɛɹ fˈuːlɪʃ lˈɪps.