text_original: Spared, with a few as bold, Once the storm over rolled, Allio, twelve years old, Crept from the clamor; Came, when the days were brief, To the old desk in grief, Thumbing anew the leaf Of the old grammar. Kings out!...
text_transcription: SPARED WITH A FEW AS BOLD ONCE THE STORM OVERROLLED ALIO TWELVE YEARS OLD CREPT FROM THE CLAMOR CAME WHEN THE DAYS WERE BRIEF TO THE OLD DESK IN GRIEF THUMBING ANEW THE LEAF OF THE OLD GRAMMAR KINGS OUT
phonemes: spˈɛɹd, wɪð ɐ fjˈuː æz bˈoʊld, wˈʌns ðə stˈɔːɹm ˌoʊvɚ ɹˈoʊld, ˈælɪˌoʊ, twˈɛlv jˈɪɹz ˈoʊld, kɹˈɛpt fɹʌmðə klˈæmɚ; kˈeɪm, wˌɛn ðə dˈeɪz wɜː bɹˈiːf, tə ðɪ ˈoʊld dˈɛsk ɪn ɡɹˈiːf, θˈʌmɪŋ ɐnˈuː ðə lˈiːf ʌvðɪ ˈoʊld ɡɹˈæmɚ. kˈɪŋz ˈaʊt!...