text_original: How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it As poised on the curb it inclined to my lips! Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it, The brightest that beauty or revelry sips.
text_transcription: HOW SWEET FROM THE GREEN MOSSY BRIM TO RECEIVE IT AS POISED ON THE CURB IT INCLINED TO MY LIPS NOT A FULL BLUSHING GOBLET COULD TEMPT ME TO LEAVE IT THE BRIGHTEST THAT BEAUTY OR REVELRY SIPS
phonemes: hˌaʊ swˈiːt fɹʌmðə ɡɹˈiːn mˈɔsi bɹˈɪm tə ɹᵻsˈiːv ɪɾ æz pˈɔɪzd ɔnðə kˈɜːb ɪɾ ɪŋklˈaɪnd tə maɪ lˈɪps! nˌɑːɾə fˈʊl blˈʌʃɪŋ ɡˈɑːblət kʊd tˈɛmpt mˌiː tə lˈiːv ɪt, ðə bɹˈaɪɾɪst ðæt bjˈuːɾi ɔːɹ ɹˈɛvəlɹi sˈɪps.