text_original: "His name? 'Twas of some common kind And now has faded out of mind." The Abbot: "It shall not be hid! I'll trace it." . . . But he never did. —When longer yet dank death had wormed The brain wherein the style had germed From Gloucester church it flew afar— The style called Perpendicular.
text_transcription: HIS NAME TWAS OF SOME COMMON KIND AND NOW HAS FADED OUT OF MIND THE ABBOT IT SHALL NOT BE HID I'LL TRACE IT BUT HE NEVER DID WHEN LONGER YET DANK DEATH HAD WORMED THE BRAIN WHEREIN THE STILE HAD GERMED FROM GLOUCESTER CHURCH IT FLEW AFAR THE STYLE CALLED PERPENDICULAR
phonemes: "hɪz nˈeɪm? twˈɑːz ʌv sˌʌm kˈɑːmən kˈaɪnd ænd nˈaʊ hɐz fˈeɪdᵻd ˌaʊɾəv mˈaɪnd." ðɪ ˈæbət: "ɪt ʃˌæl nˌɑːt biː hˈɪd! aɪl tɹˈeɪs ɪt." . . . bˌʌt hiː nˈɛvɚ dˈɪd. —wˌɛn lˈɔŋɡɚ jˈɛt dˈæŋk dˈɛθ hæd wˈɜːmd ðə bɹˈeɪn wˈɛɹɪn ðə stˈaɪl hæd dʒˈɜːmd fɹʌm ɡlˈɑːstɚ tʃˈɜːtʃ ɪt flˈuː ɐfˈɑːɹ— ðə stˈaɪl kˈɔːld pˌɜːpəndˈɪkjʊlɚ.