text_original: And strove anew, unterrified, But lastly, wearied wholly, cried For succor, since his laden wherry Rocked ever on the coming tide. * * * * * 'I hear a cry of anguish sore!' But straight his love had barred the door: 'Bide here; the night bodes naught but danger.' Loud beat the waves along the shore.
text_transcription: AND STROVE ANEW UNTERRIFIED BUT LASTLY WEARIED HOLY CRIED FOR SUCCOUR SINCE HIS LADEN WEARY ROCKED EVER ON THE COMING TIDE I HEAR A CRY OF ANGUISH SORE BUT STRAIGHT HIS LOVE HAD BARRED THE DOOR BITE HERE THE NIGHT BOATS NOUGHT BUT DANGER LOUD BEAT THE WAVES ALONG THE SHORE
phonemes: ænd stɹˈoʊv ɐnˈuː, ʌntˈɛɹᵻfˌaɪd, bˌʌt lˈæstli, wˈɪɹid hˈoʊli, kɹˈaɪd fɔːɹ sˈʌkɚ, sˈɪns hɪz lˈeɪdən wˈɛɹi ɹˈɑːkt ˈɛvɚɹ ɔnðə kˈʌmɪŋ tˈaɪd. ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk aɪ hˈɪɹ ɐ kɹˈaɪ ʌv ˈæŋɡwɪʃ sˈɔːɹ!bˌʌt stɹˈeɪt hɪz lˈʌv hæd bˈɑːɹd ðə dˈɔːɹ: bˈaɪd hˈɪɹ; ðə nˈaɪt bˈoʊdz nˈɔːt bˌʌt dˈeɪndʒɚ.lˈaʊd bˈiːt ðə wˈeɪvz ɐlˈɔŋ ðə ʃˈɔːɹ.