text_original: Alas! no man of all his train Gave back that cheery cry again; And, while for rage his thumb beat fast Upon his sword hilt, some one cast About his neck a kerchief long, And bound him.
text_transcription: ALAS NO MAN OF ALL HIS STRAIN GAVE BACK THAT CHEERY CRY AGAIN AND WHILE FOR RAGE HIS THUMB BEAT FAST UPON HIS SWORD HILT SOME ONE CAST ABOUT HIS NECK A KERCHIEF LONG AND BOUND HIM
phonemes: ɐlˈæs! nˈoʊ mˈæn ʌv ˈɔːl hɪz tɹˈeɪn ɡˈeɪv bˈæk ðæt tʃˈɪɹi kɹˈaɪ ɐɡˈɛn; ænd, wˌaɪl fɔːɹ ɹˈeɪdʒ hɪz θˈʌm bˈiːt fˈæst əpˌɑːn hɪz sˈɔːɹd hˈɪlt, sˈʌmwʌn kˈæst ɐbˌaʊt hɪz nˈɛk ɐ kˈɜːtʃiːf lˈɔŋ, ænd bˈaʊnd hˌɪm.