text_original: Long, in unbroken round, Peace on his paths he found; Saw the glad Breton ground Husbanded, quarried: Blessed it, the record saith, All the years he had breath, Till the dim eightieth Snowed on his forehead.
text_transcription: LONG IN UNBROKEN ROUND PEACE ON HIS PATH HE FOUND SAW THE GLAD BRETON GROUND HUSBANDED QUARRIED BLESSED THE RECORD SAITH ALL THE YEARS HE HAD BREATH TILL THE DIM EIGHTEENTH SNOWED ON HIS FOREHEAD
phonemes: lˈɔŋ, ɪn ʌnbɹˈoʊkən ɹˈaʊnd, pˈiːs ˌɔn hɪz pˈæθs hiː fˈaʊnd; sˈɔː ðə ɡlˈæd bɹˈɛtən ɡɹˈaʊnd hˈʌsbəndᵻd, kwˈɔːɹid: blˈɛst ɪt, ðə ɹˈɛkɚd sˈeɪθ, ˈɔːl ðə jˈɪɹz hiː hæd bɹˈɛθ, tˈɪl ðə dˈɪm ˈeɪɾiəθ snˈoʊd ˌɔn hɪz fˈɔːɹhɛd.