text_original: "He did but what all artists do, Wait upon Nature for his cue." —"Had you been here to tell them so Lord Abbot, sixty years ago, "The mason, now long underground, Doubtless a different fate had found. "He passed into oblivion dim, And none knew what became of him! "His name? 'Twas of some common kind And now has faded out of mind." The Abbot: "It shall not be hid! I'll trace it." . . . But he never did.
text_transcription: HE DID BUT WHAT ALL ARTISTS DO WAIT UPON NATURE FOR HIS CUE HAD YOU BEEN HERE TO TELL THEM SO LORD ABBOTT SIXTY YEARS AGO THE MASON NOW LONG UNDERGROUND DOUBTLESS A DIFFERENT FATE HAD FOUND HE PASSED INTO OBLIVION DIM AND NONE KNEW WHAT BECAME OF HIM HIS NAME TWAS OF SOME COMMON KIND AND NOW HAS FADED OUT OF MIND THE ABBOT IT SHALL NOT BE HID I'LL TRACE IT BUT HE NEVER DID
phonemes: "hiː dˈɪd bˌʌt wʌt ˈɔːl ˈɑːɹɾɪsts dˈuː, wˈeɪt əpˌɑːn nˈeɪtʃɚ fɔːɹ hɪz kjˈuː." —"hæd juː bˌɪn hˈɪɹ tə tˈɛl ðˌɛm sˌoʊ lˈɔːɹd ˈæbət, sˈɪksti jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ, "ðə mˈeɪsən, nˈaʊ lˈɔŋ ˌʌndɚɡɹˈaʊnd, dˈaʊtləs ɐ dˈɪfɹənt fˈeɪt hæd fˈaʊnd. "hiː pˈæst ˌɪntʊ əblˈɪviən dˈɪm, ænd nˈʌn nˈuː wʌt bɪkˈeɪm ʌv hˌɪm! "hɪz nˈeɪm? twˈɑːz ʌv sˌʌm kˈɑːmən kˈaɪnd ænd nˈaʊ hɐz fˈeɪdᵻd ˌaʊɾəv mˈaɪnd." ðɪ ˈæbət: "ɪt ʃˌæl nˌɑːt biː hˈɪd! aɪl tɹˈeɪs ɪt." . . . bˌʌt hiː nˈɛvɚ dˈɪd.