text_original: The toil worn horse, set free, Unheedful of the pasture, roams at large; And as his stiff, unwieldy bulk he rolls, His iron armed hoofs gleam in the morning ray. But chiefly man the day of rest enjoys.
text_transcription: THE TOIL WORN HORSE SET FREE UNHEEDFUL OF THE PASTURE ROAMS AT LARGE AND AS HIS STIFF UNWIELDY BULKY ROLLS HIS IRON ARMED HOOFS GLEAM IN THE MORNING RAY BUT CHIEFLY MAN THE DAY OF REST ENJOYS
phonemes: ðə tˈɔɪl wˈɔːɹn hˈɔːɹs, sˈɛt fɹˈiː, ʌnhˈiːdfəl ʌvðə pˈæstʃɚ, ɹˈoʊmz æt lˈɑːɹdʒ; ænd æz hɪz stˈɪf, ʌnwˈiːldi bˈʌlk hiː ɹˈoʊlz, hɪz ˈaɪɚn ˈɑːɹmd hˈuːfs ɡlˈiːm ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ ɹˈeɪ. bˌʌt tʃˈiːfli mˈæn ðə dˈeɪ ʌv ɹˈɛst ɛndʒˈɔɪz.