text_original: Who, save sorcerers, had guessed Whither sylph and minstrel came From the awful Archer's aim? Or that, glossy pined below, Lay the city in her woe, For her sins, as it was written, Desolate and fever smitten?
text_transcription: WHO SAVE SORCERERS HAD GUESSED WHITHER SYLPH AND MINSTREL CAME FROM THE AWFUL ARCHER'S AIM OR THAT GLOSSY PINT BELOW LAID HIS CITY IN HER WOE FOR HER SINS AS IT WAS WRITTEN DESOLATE AND FEVER SMITTEN
phonemes: hˈuː, sˈeɪv sˈɔːɹsɚɹɚz, hæd ɡˈɛst wˈɪðɚ sˈɪlf ænd mˈɪnstɹəl kˈeɪm fɹʌmðɪ ˈɔːfəl ˈɑːɹtʃɚz ˈeɪm? ɔːɹ ðˈæt, ɡlˈɔsi pˈaɪnd bᵻlˈoʊ, lˈeɪ ðə sˈɪɾi ɪn hɜː wˈoʊ, fɔːɹ hɜː sˈɪnz, æz ɪt wʌz ɹˈɪʔn̩, dˈɛsələt ænd fˈiːvɚ smˈɪʔn̩?