text_original: He Who once has lost an Eden, or has gained A paradise by Eve's sweet influence, Alone can know how strong a spell lies in The witchery of a woman's beckoning hand. And thou didst draw him, tide like, higher still, Felipa, whispering the lessons learned From thy courageous father, till the flood Of his ambition burst all barriers And swept him onward to his longed for goal.
text_transcription: HE WHO ONCE HAS LOST AN EDEN OR HAS GAINED A PARADISE BY EVE'S SWEET INFLUENCE ALONE CAN KNOW HOW STRONG A SPELL LIES IN THE WITCHERY OF A WOMAN'S BECKONING HAND AND THOU DIDST DRAW HIM TIDE LIKE HIGHER STILL PHILIPPA WHISPERING THE LESSONS LEARNT FROM THY COURAGEOUS FATHER TILL THE FLOOD OF HIS AMBITION BURST ALL BARRIERS AND SWEPT HIM ONWARD TO HIS LONGED FOR GOAL
phonemes: hiː hˌuː wˈʌns hɐz lˈɔst ɐn ˈiːdən, ɔːɹ hɐz ɡˈeɪnd ɐ pˈæɹədˌaɪs baɪ ˈiːvz swˈiːt ˈɪnfluːəns, ɐlˈoʊn kæn nˈoʊ hˌaʊ stɹˈɔŋ ɐ spˈɛl lˈaɪz ɪnðə wˈɪtʃɚɹi əvə wˈʊmənz bˈɛkənɪŋ hˈænd. ænd ðˈaʊ dˈɪdst dɹˈɔː hˌɪm, tˈaɪd lˈaɪk, hˈaɪɚ stˈɪl, fˈɛlɪpə, wˈɪspɚɹɪŋ ðə lˈɛsənz lˈɜːnd fɹʌm ðˌaɪ kɜːɹˈeɪdʒəs fˈɑːðɚ, tˈɪl ðə flˈʌd ʌv hɪz æmbˈɪʃən bˈɜːst ˈɔːl bˈæɹɪɹz ænd swˈɛpt hˌɪm ˈɑːnwɚd tə hɪz lˈɔŋd fɔːɹ ɡˈoʊl.