text_original: _ Are there aims to spur me and goals to reach, Are there wondrous lands for the eye to see, Is melody there and dulcet speech? _Timor mortis conturbat me.
text_transcription: ARE THERE AIMS TO SPUR ME AND GOLDS TO REACH ARE THERE WONDROUS LANDS FOR THE EYE TO SEE IS MELODY THERE AND DULCET SPEECH TIMO MORTIS CONTORBAT ME
phonemes: ɑːɹ ðɛɹ ˈeɪmz tə spˈɜː mˌiː ænd ɡˈoʊlz tə ɹˈiːtʃ, ɑːɹ ðɛɹ wˈʌndɹəs lˈændz fɚðɪ ˈaɪ tə sˈiː, ɪz mˈɛlədi ðɛɹ ænd dˈʌlsɪt spˈiːtʃ? tˈiːmɔːɹ mˈɔːɹɾiz kəntˈɜːbæt mˌiː.