text_original: Though hope should sleep, and deep regret should wake, Thy clasped hand from Death's he could not take; The spell on those mute lips he could not break. What more with life and love hast thou to do, Ophelia?
text_transcription: THOUGH HOPE SHOULD SLEEP AND DEEP REGRET SHOULD WAKE THY CLASPED HAND FROM DEATH HE COULD NOT TAKE THE SPELL ON THOSE MUTE LIPS HE COULD NOT BREAK WHAT MORE WITH LIFE AND LOVE HAST THOU TO DO OF FELIA
phonemes: ðˌoʊ hˈoʊp ʃˌʊd slˈiːp, ænd dˈiːp ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt ʃˌʊd wˈeɪk, ðˌaɪ klˈæspt hˈænd fɹʌm dˈɛθz hiː kʊd nˌɑːt tˈeɪk; ðə spˈɛl ˌɔn ðoʊz mjˈuːt lˈɪps hiː kʊd nˌɑːt bɹˈeɪk. wˌʌt mˈɔːɹ wɪð lˈaɪf ænd lˈʌv hˈeɪst ðˈaʊ tə dˈuː, ɑːfˈiːliə?